The Heart of a Flower!

Oh, weary traveler,
Seeing you standing there,
So forlorn, so sad,
The scars
Of a hundred hurts
Ever stinging your heart,
Your mind so heavy,
Brooding over cares
Stirring, spinning, devouring
The peace of your heart,
You're in shape so bad.
Though many, as one,
We sway and we nod,
We smile, we exude
The fragrance of our love
And in colours gay and bright,
We shimmer, we shine
Hoping, fervently seeking,
Trying our utmost
To catch your eye
Perchance we could lighten
Your burdens dear friend,
Wipe away a tear,
Make you smile ear to ear!
Herein lies our secret
For to take we know not how,
We live only to give,
Our ample ambrosia of love!