The Flower

By Sonia F Stevens

All things, which were, are nowhere.

All that were dreams are reality

All reality is now dreams of loss

I find it interesting that Dreams are lost

 That you have paid the greatest cost.

I have lost a man who I could call a lover

Only to find out that he has so many others.

I tried to give him hope and love

Discovered the man that was in the body of a friend

I wanted to make his life safe and free

Only to discover that he had to choose

I was the one who would lose.

I saw the man inside and I felt his warm pride

With everything I was the one who cried.

I give him freedom now.

He has his life and he has his ways

For with him he must find how to pay.

I loved a man who was a musician

He saw nothing in me

And that is where it was to be.

The man is now a toy

For others to live their ways.

Because of the games he plays.

I am giving him freedom

He has to choose if that is what he wants.

I paid the cost.

Now it is his time to believe or not

I wanted his kisses and heart

But to all this he has to want.

He has to live his life.

I cannot live his life.

I can only share his life.

If he ask.

My love for him is great

All my friends said he is not worth

All his friends warned me of his ways.

But I saw him as who he is.

I loved him for who he is.

He gave me flower.

Written by Sonia F Stevens 2004