Mistreated
She is a rare and delicate flower,
the most beautiful in the garden.
Provide her with what she needs,
and she will flourish.
Shower her with love,
it's the key ingredient.
Nurture her with care,
and she will blossom.
You must not dwell in this garden of neglect,
where such fragile flowers die.
Don't wither there, for you're a beauty.
Let me care for you my precious flower,
come live within my fertile garden,
for it is there that you shall thrive.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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