If you love me - please never bring me cut flowers <br />Because I know that they will die soon after a few hours <br />I would feel that whatever the flowers represent <br />Would be equal to the time we have left to spend <br /> <br />Straight stems, soft petals and a lush green leaf <br />The hours and minutes are numbered - you better believe <br />Picking a flower is like a sure sentence to death <br />Like taking a fish out of water watching his last breath <br /> <br />Cut down their life brutally shortened with a sharp knife <br />All hope diminished knowing that they will not survive <br />Sure the flowers may get nourishment from the water in the vase <br />But their life is over as they know it in just a few days <br /> <br />So do not buy any cut flowers for me pretty please <br />I rather watch them outside visited by many bees <br />It is so beautiful to see them sway softly outside <br />And so sad to see them slowly die and lose their pride <br /> <br />© 2011<br /><br />Kristina Louisa Carr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cut-flowers-3/
