I’ve been a small stone <br />In a barren desert. <br />I’m weary of myself <br />And the hours <br />I spend alone. <br /> <br />One day I’ll be a flower <br />In a crystal vase <br />In a woman’s bedroom, <br />The first flower of her day, <br />And I’ll never be lonely.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-flower-of-her-day/
