A Weed Among Roses

Perhaps if I had her rosy cheeks

And carnation lips,

Her forget-me-not eyes

And goldenrod hair,

Her jasmine skin

And sunflower height,

Her lavender scent

And honeysuckle sweetness,

Her iris charm

And orchid radiance,

Her daisy daintiness

And azalea enchantment...

you would not perceive me as a weed.

Or maybe if I had her chrysanthemum charisma

And begonia beauty,

Her poppy personality

And magnolia magnetism,

Her buttercup blissfulness

And peony pleasantness,

Her lily liveliness

And marigold magnificence,

Her bluebell boldness

And lilac loveliness,

Her dahlia dreaminess

And petunia perfection...

you would not see me as a weed.

Maybe you would even pick me.