~Flower Among the Weeds~

I'm glad I met you on life's rocky road

While gathering weeds grown from seeds I sowed

I pulled and I pulled till I thought I would drop

I must have had help when I planted that crop

I had to keep searching, thru these useless plants

If I looked long enough, I might find, perchance

The seed I'd been saving, but somehow had lost

It must have been mixed with the seeds I tossed

I picked some wild roses, down life's winding way

I remember their fragrance still to this day

They withered and died, with my dreams and plans

And left me with nothing but thorns in my hands

I knew my one flower was blooming somewhere

And I knew no other could ever compare

I'd search and I'd search for all I was worth

If I had to pull every weed on this earth

That wonderful night, when you came to me

I'd have to be blind if I couldn't see

What now on my mind is forever engraved,

You're the flower that grew from the seed I saved

Now that we've met, from the search I resign

To devote all my life to making you mine

For I didn't find you, 'cause you weren't lost

And I merely can say, now our paths have crossed

The words, "make you mine", poor choice I suppose

'cause I can't pick you, like I'd pick a rose

But I'm truly hoping, I've found, indeed

My flower who'll grow with this lonely weed

by Hal Gantt

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