my flower is gone

my flower is gone
stole by someone
i look for it round and round
even in my barn

only smell left behind
stick into my nose sharply
even though i am blind
but i smell it clearly

left only a sepal
which may be fall as a sign
i must found my gall
to wander and left my dine

for me to let it over
or for me to remember it
i just want my power
to go and found it

i miss my flower
and its color which is red
i don't want it is over
i want it back in my bed

its thorn which is fierce
its leaf which is green
i think it is obvious
that my flower is my place to lean

i want all that
back in my side
i remember its red
all day and all night

i want my flower back
in my lap again
i don't want a check
i want a chance

to be with my flower in a bay
together as one bone
never go away
and left me alone

i love my flower
and i know my flower love me
even if i am wrong in mind of other
i will still believe that my flower loves me