flowers are the way to your heart you say,
but every rose i see is grey and droughted,
every tulip i pick just withers away into decay,
i was losing hope, but on i scouted.
the sunflowers seem like they've lost the sun,
every lavender found was missing its scent,
however you insisted you wanted a ton,
so i continued on with lament.
ah ha! alas i found the flower for my majesty,
a marigold of the finest contour and allure,
my odyssey for your heart will not end in tragedy,
my mind pulsed in hope, i would please you for sure.
i would bestow you the sacred flower, but you declined,
you had a surplus of marigold,
so with disgust, another lost cause you sent me to find.