Behold

What do I believe

What do I believe not

The truth from the false

The past or the present

My dreams are they shattered

My wishes were they accepted

My everything, is it something

The meaning of life

Searching for that love

Is it something I possess

Was it ever mine to hold

Where to go from here

I surely do not know

Lead me the way

To my fate which you behold

Delicate

I picked a pretty flower

From a lush meadow

To take as my own

Little did I know about its upkeep

Delicate and tender

Needing care and affection

Would I be able to provide?

For sure I know

I would give my all

To see it bloom