• The lonely rose,

    Wanting to be smelled,

    Wanting to be held,

    The lively girl,

    Skipping along,

    Singing a song,

    Comes across the isolated flower.

    The vivacious girl,

    Wondering,

    Thinking,

    “Why is there only one?”

    The bubbly girl plucks the forlorn rose from the ground.

    Runs her finger tips cross the petals.

    Puts the rose to her nose,

    Inhales.

    The red-blooded girl runs home,

    Rose in hand.

    Plants the now-thrilled flower.

    Waters it everyday,

    Loves it in every way.

    The rose is saturnine no more.

    Be my effervescent girl.