In a meadow, shy and meek,
A tulip bloomed, her spirit weak.
She saw herself as plain, not grand,
Unchosen for bouquets, she'd stand.

One day, a soul with gentle eyes,
Beheld her beauty, to his surprise.
He praised her petals, soft and bright,
And filled her heart with pure delight.

But love, it seems, can sometimes bind,
With selfish thoughts, not...