I Don't Like Receiving Flowers

I don't like receiving flowers

Still, I accept, and my mood will start to lift

For they are an endearing gift

But I know their liveliness will start to shift

Because slowly into death they begin to drift

Give it a week, and the petals sag

The buds close, and the leaves hardly hold on

Give it another and the joy is gone

The head is rotten, and the stems are dead

As the color fades

The third week passes, and few remain

Colorless and dull, the water's drained

And the smell is unsustained

In the first moments, the petals are strong

The buds rise like dawn, and the leaves are up and wide

In the first hours, the head is high

The stems full of life and with brilliant colors

They continue to hold

In the first days, bold and attractive as gold

Put in water, and their scent, fresh and sweet

Elegantly poised to make the arrangement complete

I don't like receiving flowers

But when I do, I love the sight

The fresh smell and bright colors will always delight

Even though I know the flowers may die,

Still, I will love them, even when they're no longer beautiful in my eyes