Marigold

That marigold made me wonder why our conversation started;

And I even remembered how you colored it's life.

After that I saw the hidden beauty of the flower that used to be so pale.

You made this bloom and dazzle in above any other flower.

The only difference in other marigolds is that it has thorns.

I’m glad that you were not torn by these blades.

I’d say that you’re the best gardener in this life.

And so I started to not stop this sweet conversation.

We were both in Grade two when you have told me.

The manner on how you paint the color of the flower is the key.

I can barely say that you’re my first ever mentor in the field of arts.

You became the inspiration why I used to find myself painting.

But you left me without giving you my masterpiece.

When that day started, the marigold eventually got dry.

At the same time I started painting black roses as the symbol for the lost one.

This time my roses have no thorns to hurt your white skin.

With my eyes crying, it came to a point that I have given up painting.

It’s because I can’t even find a reason on why should I continue this thing.

Six years have passed and I’m still here waiting for the time that we’ll meet.

And when that time came up and I rejoiced so much.

That dry plant miraculously came back to life.

I think it’s because it finally saw the light for the second time.

It said it will make ways on how to make him stop from leaving again.

Likewise with me, I’ll make ways to make you stay with thee.

This time you’re the one who started this conversation.

I admit I’m still dazzled by your voice and your smile.

I wish this talk will not end this time.

It’s okay just let me talk with you forever.

And I still wonder why that marigold made us to be together.

It also became the symbolism of my emotions in this world.

I think this could be my best of the best masterpiece.

I give it to you, to make you smile whenever you miss me..