Wish upon a flower

I grasp a hold of the stem,
Of a flower with white puffs,
White and green, so bitter with color,
Blowing it away _a must.

I pluck it from its clasps,
And hold it to my mouth,
I pause and close my blue eyes,
Before I blow the seeds south.

Times of us and our perfection,
Dance in and out,
The memories and hope,
Is what this flowers about.

I inhale at once,
Filling my lungs with air,
Making a wish ever so quick,
Not a moment to spare.

My wind blows the seeds,
Imbedding themselves into the ground,
My wish came true,
For in your, true love I found.