my dear little bruised petal

I seen a petal on the ground

And I walked past it all around

But I came back to its silent sound

As it looked at me, I knew I would drown.

 

I picked the petal as if it were mine

Not caring how and where it lied.

I brushed the dust that had settled there

But found a mark that was tarnished with red.

 

It felt so strange and so dirty to me

That my new, found petal was not

What I thought it to be.

Throwing it away would be the best thing to do

But the lovely petal looked so blue.

 

So I kept it in my pocket to think it over

And every time I looked, it seemed so pure.

But the mark was there to remind me

Of how dirty it had gotten to be.

 

I didn’t have the heart to throw it away

For that dear little petal was forlorn and bare.

It needed some love to erase the pain

Of having a mark which would always be there.

 

So safe in my arms the petal lay

Loved and cherished to the end of the days.

Close to my heart it always will be

As, I felt its love coming back to me.