Goldenrods

Goldenrod, like the color of the sunset-

You whom I have taken for granted; 

You with the immaculate beauty, 

And the scent whom I adore- 

But I cannot show. 

 You have made a mark upon me, 

Like the thorns of those roses, 

Whose beauty I have revered. 

I have chosen daffodils, over you. 

I have chosen lilies, and daisies, 

And all those beautiful flowers that girls loved, 

But never you. 

Those flowers I have worshiped, 

Those beauty I have treasured, 

None of them compares to you -

And yet, not one look upon you I have spared.

I have touched a thousand flowers, 

I have smelled a thousand scent, 

But the one thing that I want most - 

I have not and cannot covet.

Do not get me wrong, my precious goldenrod -

I love you with such fervent passion

That could make all those flowers rot with envy. 

But I cannot bring myself to be selfish. 

Because to own you is to un-root you, 

And to un-root you would mean your death. 

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

A beautiful sentiment in your words. Seeing beauty, but not wanting to damage the fragility within its beauty. Wonderfully written. Thank you for sharing.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you for reading :)

[alifeacoustic]

You're welcome.