I step outside
And look around
To my right
In the ground
A petite petunia
With thickets all around

"It’s oh so perfect!
She would cherish it!"

I work my way
Around the thorns
But there’s so many
My skin is torn
Badly it stings
But no time to mourn

I finally make it
To the botanical beauty
"I shall be gentle
When I do pick thee"

I place my fingers
Around it’s stem
Softly I pull
And pluck the gem
"Now to my lovers house
Where your new life shall begin"

I rush to her house
Her common dwelling point
For you see
She sometimes sleeps at my joint

As I arrive
I fix my clothes
I want to look good
So that she knows
I care about my looks
I’m not part of those hobos

I knock on her door
She asks who it is
"It’s me my love!
Your fiancé Julias!"

She comes to the door
and lets me in
As I enter
We head to the den
I hang up my coat
And then I begin

"Oh dear  Roxanne
Do not frown
For this very morning
To my right in the ground
A petite petunia
Thickets all around
It’s beauty only matched
By the woman who’s been crowned
The prettiest princess
To have ever been found"

I knelt down on one knee
And held out the flower
"It’s oh so pretty!" She said
"I’ll adore it forever!"

She lifted it up
From under the head
"I’ll go get a glass!
Or maybe instead
A nice looking vase!"
My lover said

We went to the Kitchen
She opened a cupboard
Pulled out a vase
That is covered
With some paint
Of the flower she favored

She filled the vase
With some cold water
Put it by the window
And inserted the flower

"I named it Roxanne
For it’s beauty eternal."
She kisses my cheek
And on the couch we cuddle

A few days later
I get an addiction
Went over to Roxanne’s
 And reeled her in

Every day
We’d just sit around
Constantly using
And seeing sound

Roxanne was there
For when we exhaled
Her soft leaves and petals
Would then inhale
All the smoke in the air
She soon became frail

The days had passed
She started to wilt
Her petals would fall
Right off the hilt
Poor Roxanne
All the pain she felt

And then one day
When I came over
Woe was me
Dead was the flower