Jijumjang
You plucked me like a flower from your secret garden; pressing my petals to your lips, inhaling deeply of my fragrance. You placed me in your lapel so you could feel my presence close to your heart. And when the flower faded, you cast it aside unaware that I had bloomed in a million other ways. Collette O'Mahony, The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse