I was a flower
One day love picked me
To adorn a lover’s ear
I was an aphrodisiac
When the loving started

I was a flower
One day love picked me
To be tossed in the air
I was a prized possession
When love committed

I was a flower
One day love picked me
To be pressed onto page 183
I was a bookmark
When the loving stopped

I was a flower
One day love picked me
Two little hands squeezed me tight
I was left in the car
After the playing stopped

I was a flower
One day love picked me
A goodbye to one gone too soon
I was buried
After the breathing stopped.

I was a flower
Everyday love picked me