The Flower
By Sonia Frances StevensÓ
All things, which were, are nowhere.
All that were dreams are reality
All reality is now dreams of loss
I find it interesting that Dreams are lost
And that you have paid the greatest cost.
I have lost a man who I could call a lover
Only to find out that he has so many others.
I tried to give him hope and love
Discovered the man that was in the body of a friend
I wanted to make his life safe and free
Only to discover that he had to choose
I was the one who would lose.
I saw the man inside and I felt his warm pride
With everything I was the one who cried.
I give him freedom now.
He has his life and he has his ways
For with him he must find how to pay.
I loved a man who was a musician
He saw nothing in me
And that is where it was to be.
The man is now a toy
For others to live their ways.
Because of the games he plays.
I am giving him freedom
He has to choose if that is what he wants.
I paid the cost.
Now it is his time to believe or not.
I wanted his kisses and heart
But to all this he has to want.
He has to live his life.
I cannot live his life.
I can only share his life
If he asked.
My love for him is great
All my friends said he is not worth
All his friends warned me of his ways.
But I saw him as who he is.
I loved him for who he is.
He gave me flower.
A very small flower, It meant so much coming from him.
It meant so much even with his cheeky grin.
At that moment I could not be any more in love with him.
Although I was, because he gave me that flower.
He gave me the power.
CopyrightÓ2006 by Sonia Frances Stevens
PO
Box 174 Southgate Sylvania NSW 2224
