Delicate Flower

My delicate flower,

Born to strife and raised in grief,

My sun will shine for you

As much as you may ask it to.

If you should parch in the heat, it will yield.

If you should tremble in the cold, it will warm you.

My delicate flower,

I hope nighttime brings you peaceful dreams

Of sights and worlds yet seen

And wonderful days to be lived.

My beautiful flower,

The wind will blow steady,

Harsh rains will fall.

One day you may lose your petals,

One day my light will fade.

May we find serenity in each other,

Together enduring nature’s capricious ways.

For now, though, my love,

Take comfort in knowing

That should a certain delicate and beautiful botanical need help growing,

There is a light that never tires of glowing.