The Sweetest Guy

NEEDS REVISION

When little tulips grow their told think big.

Daring dashing dogs,

Claw tears root,

Petals bruise,

Destroyed by the path of guard.

How oblivious.

A visitor everyday nurtured.

Gave love,

Sweet dripping.

But still the dog came,

The lover small,

Sweet,

All given out,

Died for the tulip.

But a tulip will never see the bee there.