Flower Face

If everyone had flowers, instead of skin to guard their face She would look like she was from a different race Instead of pure daisies surrounding her eye She has purple fuscias that bloom and die And before they're dead they bloom once more. A line of roses on the jaw A circle of poppies above the mouth's door You may look at her and think she is poor because she's not pure But just plain daisies can become quite a bore.