My strong little flower, so strong, and yet so frail, she dares me to love her....think I will. She's a bloomer, and she blooms just for me. She's thee only thing I want, and I'm thee only thing she'll ever need. When natures fury comes down on you, I'll be there to cover you up, and give you shelter and warmth, and offer you a drink of my cup, and when the day is gone, her colors seem to shine, her colors seem to illuminate, like a beacon to the sky. A flower of my eye, and a smile to my heart. My strong little flower, so strong, yet so frail, she dares me to love her....I think I will