Woman Flower

The petals of feminine youth does bloom
Into flowers of varying hue.
Though the buds start with similar shape
It is in the details that we find our fate.
And as roses bloom in varied colors
So a young girls center, with age, flowers.
Bee’s are drawn by the flowers scent
To spread the seeds from where they went.
Like which I am drawn by sight and by smell
To draw nectar from this woman’s well.
And deposit my seed, that one day will grow
Into another flower, and on it goes.

A woman, like a flower
Her smell is sweet.