Pretty flower.

Come now pretty flower whatcha moping for? don't you know the glory nor the passion you implore ...

Don't you know the feeling that burst of love in trust, the way you lighten up the room, which ails now with dust....

She's been gone for partly weeks and you , you suffer that effect,  but neither would she watch you wither or fail to love , neglect 

Be bright now flower,  stand before her grave, shine upon each petal, shed want you to be brave....

Claim the beauty you possess , each leaf so true to curl, she loved you all but true
My dear since you were a little girl,

A growing rose within that garden could never justify,  the love she had for you my darling,  before she met the sky...

Look up to the sky above you now
Neither hang your face down low, for she had love for you within her heart, it's all you need to know 

And she had heavens garden placed with pretty little flowers too, but none of many precious flowers,  met the likes of you.