Lucky Flower! Poem by sania harris

How lucky can the flowers be?
To be tendered by her hands
To be adored by her heavenly looks
And to be kissed by her sleek lips

It makes me dim, it makes me deem
If I were a flower, just like it
Either draping down on her tresses
Or twirling around her radiant neck

I would slouch where she tips me
And marvel at her boundless boon
Ages may go past, and if I to be dry
I wouldn’t let a tear fall to revive my petals

One day, I’ll be a flower an’ lucky I’ll be
To be tendered by her hands
To be adored by her blissful looks
And to be kissed by her sleek lips