My pale Flower

This poem is about how people change.

Here is to my pale flower
That one that has kept its self in the dark
Beautifully unseen, in the places between
Where light and life are meant to thrive
She has breathed and stayed alive
Now here I find, far from where I left her
She is more beautiful than ever
Shining bright in the sun
Someone else she has become
And I no longer know her
my pale flower