To a Primrose

To A Primrose Dear rose I knew, This message is to you, Forgive me for not saying I do, But the truth is I do. I too make some mistakes, This is letter I wrote About feelings I never spoke, This heart of mine forever leak, Pouring blood like a plugged vain, Blood of a lost flower like you. Bloom I say , for some will pick you. He shall give you what I couldn't give If not ,he shall plant you Where he picked you, He shall show the world he failed Dear rose I knew , hopefully Someone has picked you , Picked you where a foolish Prince left you. By Hermit Poet