I always try and be the best I can be,
for all else is lost and left behind me.
I want to love the garden of flowers,
though they seem to wilt when I come and see them.
I hate my flesh for what it does,
to both my spirit and endless love.
I want you knowing it's too hard to ask,
or maybe you simply don't want me.
I will keep trying, for God says,
love never fails, or else it wasn't love.
I know I love you, so this shouldn't fail,
but maybe I am just unlovable.
I see you as a rose for you are beautiful,
remember I am here despite the hassle.
I yearn for you, as a poppy does water,
so please hydrate me with your love.
© BFlores