Gitte Beautiful foreign flower... You must have been picked From somewhere so far away In all the gardens and meadows of my life I have never seen a flower as beautiful as you When your brilliantly colored pedals first caught my eye I remember the day I wanted to stare at your beauty Or have a thousand glances But could only steal a few So I reached out a finger and touched a petal It was the softest thing I had ever felt No other flower had felt quite the same, so powerful so pretty so new I took deep breaths In a field filled with flowers And caught only your magnificent scent The aroma, your presence and power ran through me Danced in my senses. . . lingered, then went But I was left with a smile and a taste of perfection . . . Something I never once knew Among roses and lilies Without thinking twice I reached into the garden And picked you
