The flower hugged me the other day
The flower I had long forgotten
I had kept far from her pathway
To keep away the love I had begotten
Her touch brought back a million sensations
Her scent came dressed in many temptations
Her eyes unlocked sweet smelling memories
And her voice replayed ten love stories
But I had to hold it inside
I couldn't pick this flower again
Not after she cause my soul to hide
Not after the strain she caused and drain and pain
I feel all this yet I have my fruit
I have a sweet succulent fruit in my arm
I thought I was sorted and had strong root
But now I'm bombarded by a two-way storm
Though I hold on to the fruit, my eyes
My eyes swing round and land on her
I listen close to the flower's cries
I feel her in me but we'll be together never
----April 2002