Like A Flower

. A lady is like a flower, to allure the granted by nature.
. By you, by nature. Presenting style being summer, still standing your ground, you wait.

. But wait,
. As distinct and at reach you find yourself, the fallen fruit to you they always relate.   
 . Raising the stigma of what goes bad, if not picked before too late.
. Letting go the labour of handle with care, when you place the same as the sorry leaves.
 
. But wait,
. Such adaptations are more than I would say towards your contemporary just to stay your welcome.
. Being beautiful just the same. While only put as that of an attraction is so far, ill received.
. Like falling dew as your form of sadness, running on yourself to only last.

. The petals sorted to portray mergings of every spiral past.
. There's more to you than just a figure, handed away being counted on, as you go by just a disassociating girl.
. A girl I don't know more about. Though for all that is precious bounding your neck could say a lot about her,
. an oyster is lucky to say a pearl. For I don't differ.