Heart of a Rose

A curse fated me into a flower

Which I shall remain, til my final hour.

My fuzzy, yellow home is

as bright as the honeycomb.

I, a Rosette with petals of four,

and leafy branched stemmed from the floor.

Scented in aroma of a lemony zest,

A frangrance that grants you a peaceful rest.

For loss of name, when I had human toes

I am now the weeping, Evening Primrose.

I welcome May's warm embrace,

I feel her shining on my face.

So soon will she bid adieu and farewell,

To welcome July with my melancholy bell.

At the cloak of dark, in full moon's light

I soon shall bloom in one last loveless night.

When Final Bloom beckons me,

My final breath will set me free.

To see him once more

Is what I adore.

But, Fated into a flower

I remain until my final hour.

So bright, and yet oh so far,

I wish upon a beautiful star,

Beautiful light bestow upon me

One night so that I may be free.

Please unlock my petalled cage,

So that I may wilt a woman in age.

Less the man I surely love

Is on the surface up above,

Then I am fated never to be free,

And love shall wilt away with me.