To The Unknown Flower

You are a flower in my mind,
Although I do not know which kind.

Are you a rose that smells so sweet,
But Oh, with thorns on stem beneath?

Or are you like a lily white,
In whom I could always delight?

Perhaps you are a sunflower,
Whose face can change at each new hour?

Perplexed am I, yet drawn to you -
The flo’r whose kind I wish I knew.

But though I know you not, ‘tis true,
Yet still I am quite fond of you.

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