"I also want to be someone's flower, but I am afraid they'll throw me out as soon as I loose my fragrance."

 In a garden of dreams, a flower sighed,

Yearning to be cherished, not cast aside.

"I too want to bloom in someone's care,

But fear they'll discard me when I'm bare."

Petals delicate, emotions untold,

A fragrant soul in a world so cold.

Afraid to wither, lose vibrant hue,

Seeking love that lingers, steadfast and true.

Yet blooms must fade, their scents may wane,

Love enduring through sunshine and rain.

In fleeting moments, find beauty's grace,

Embrace the flower in its changing trace.

For love's embrace is not just in scent,

But in the essence of moments spent.

Hold the bloom, though fragrance may cease,

Love enduring, granting eternal peace.