True Love

True Love short poem

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As a bud, I was tender
praised for my petals
Flattered for my fragrance
Smelled for sweetness

I was laid in a rose bed
protected and possessed
And I never even
cared to peep out.

The day I blossomed
I stretched out and
was surprised to see all
the scenes around me.

You’re the unique
one of whom I wondered
admired and adored
and wished to reach

you appeared to be
alone,missing out
So I cared to console you
wished for wings to fly

But then I realised
I have overlooked the
twinkling stars, worth
to accompany you.

Error is mine ,to expect
my fragrance to reach there
I no longer pity you
But envy you.

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