The Twelfth Rose

I picked a flower and smelled it fresh,

The taste it was divine;

And as I placed it on my shirt,

There I called it mine.

The flower looked just like a daisy,

Only the color it was blue;

And as I placed it on my shirt,

I heard it say, "I love you."

I turned and looked to the flower,

What a thing to hear;

And as I did, it turned it's head

And two eyes did appear.

Then two ears and a mouth,

The nose was quick to come;

First one hand, then the other,

And on each a tiny thumb.

My first reaction was not to laugh,

Nor be quick to run;

Instead I smiled at the flower,

"At last you've finally come."

So if you see me on the street,

Walking merry as I go;

Come and ask me of my joy,

You will be sure to know.

"I have a flower that needs no glass,

Or water to give it life;"

And if you ask me what's its name,

I'll tell you it's my wife.