A Rose in A Field of Weeds

Poem about finding that one amazing person, who is unlike all the rest.

In my past I would walk through the grass

I'd kneel to smell the flowers that lined my path

Many were pretty, and some were sweet

But all in all not one was unique

So I thought to myself as I journeyed on further

Is all flora the same, is my search even worth it?

I had almost lost hope as I crossed through the trees

In the clearing ahead, the most wonderful scene

Never could I dream a flower so pretty, so sweet

As are you, a Rose in a field of weeds.