Bouquet

From the start I have a purpose:

To please someone other than me.

Humans use me,

Give me to show love.

On Holidays and special days.

The thorns I grow protected a part of me.

The part that was snipped as soon as I budded.

Torn away from the one I onced loved,

Crammed with others,

Wrapped up in plastic.

Staying strong to see

One show love to

Another.