My Flower

There comes a soul into my life

And waking do I see

That all there is to all I know

Is useless now to me

I wish I had a magic wand

To try to heal her pain

But I don't have yet the power

To even remain sane

And so I love with honest heart

For who she is to I

Though tearest me within my soul

So only do I cry

© 1999, Whaelyn Lockhart