Yellow Tulip


Her heart, my yellow tulip,
caring for it my only noble task.
Her leaves I must trim to pristine,
minding any too sensitive to prune.

Her radiance fills the room with joy,
my heart, with a resounding purpose.
Her roots grow 'round my shoulders,
my body, she entrusts her home.

Her flowers shall bloom, my task complete,
the world able to see our success.
Her bulb shall die, my task failed,
the world able to see my short-comings.

Her heart, my yellow tulip,
mine to care for, mine to let wilt.

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