Blushed and ran
 

Please God let me find her. She's only small

So how hard can it be? I found her and lost

Her in an instant. She was working in a flower

Shop and had my number the minute I strolled

In the door. She couldn't wait to get round the

Counter to give me a flower as a gift and what

Did I do? I took the flower, blushed and ran

That night I couldn't sleep for thinking about

Her and next day I hurried back to the shop

But she'd gone. Changed jobs and there was

No forwarding address. So I keep looking

Keep going back to the same place reflecting

On how I looked heaven in the eye and blinked

I know she feels the same the pressed flower

In my bible tells me so. Can't rightly say why

But I have a feeling she's looking for me too

It was like something out of a book. I casually

Wondered into a flower shop and straight into a

Heavenly scented rose garden. So delicious

The invasion of my senses I couldn't help but

Say out loud 'What a beautiful smell' when a

Chirpy 'That's me' came from behind a huge

Floral display as too did the most beautiful little

Firework I have ever seen in my life holding a

Yellow rose which she handed to me and which

I accepted never thinking at the time the high

Price I might pay for my folly

And so I go on searching the flower shops hoping

One day to find my beautiful little flower girl and in

The meantime, the last words on my lips at close

Of every day: 'Please God let me find her'

©Joseph G Dawson
20/03/2016