You are as the rose,
Kind to the eyes and
A friend to the nose.
I wish not to pluck you forcefully,
as does the child and leave you to wilt in the heat.
But to gently grasp your stem and,
With care, remove as many roots as possible
So I may put you in my own flowering pot.
Keep you inside, place you on the windowsill,
And give you the attention you crave.
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