We are two wild flowers of the same nature.
We rise under the same sun and fall into the same night.
We dance within our hearts in the rain, absorb the same chill breeze that sings to us songs of beauty for love of who we are, where we are, and before that song of beauty lets me see you, suddenly we have a shadow cast.
Was is it! Is it rain again, is going to storm?
I’m worried, I can’t see you, where are, oh I see me.
Look, it’s me, look at what I need, I’m a flower, a Tulip, I blossom every year and sooth souls, I can love my own kind and they love me, love me, love me!!
Why can you not love me like that? No fair, I can see me love you like that, so you should be able to love me like that.
Why is it, you care, and you can see me? We love each other’s beauty and feel each other’s souls, and when it rains or the wind blows, we both feel that. . very bold, through all of our peddles down through our stem into the dirt that is buried within who we are, why can you not love me like as the Tulip I am?
Whoa look, you still here? Oh joy, the dark clouds, they’ve cleared. Oh hey, I see you now. . . whoah, you’re not as close as I thought but as sincere as I thought. I thought you were closer. I see we are close, we share the same air, the sun we absorb we love the same, and the ground under us, has us rooted but now I see. Now I see.
Omg, so beautiful, to see. OMG! ITS YOU!
You’re a Rose?, You’re in garden?
Weird, I felt you as if you was in my Tulip Field. I expected you to love me as a Tulip but now I see how we can look and feel the same but you’re a Rose and I’m a Tulip, we look, feel, drink and absorb the same surroundings, but we grow differently.
Even though we can love and honor, trust and believe, we have indeed grown and blossomed from different seeds for different means.
Letting nature allow us to love who and how we love and how deeply and instinctively we allow our glow and soul to shine and be and to grow sometimes is not even up to us, it’s just how we feel from our soil to our pedals and what we feel I’m a breeze in a field.
You’re a Rose and I’m a Tulip, the surroundings are the same but our hearts even if appearing not too far apart, do not always get to pick how deeply we love or who we love. Love what love you have, wether you’re a Rose or Tulip, love the love that happened, leave it placed between us and be the love we love that happened naturally.