Trampling the bud

Possible it may be

for me to understand

just how lonely it is

to love a flower but

not be able to pluck it

To be selfish but gentle

in love, is the privilege

only a few can afford

Most of us, are but

lonelier still, trampling

the bud before

it blooms, and wondering

where all the love went

and why.

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