If you were a flower,
I know you would be a rose
I'd pluck your blooming petals
And put you in that vase
Closest to my nose
If you were a tree,
Certainly, a flamboyant.
Your blossoming is my surety.
I would make a show
Of your flowering, all seasons.
If you were a Show,
Broadway Show you are.
Flourishing still behind
Those golden curtains of smile
As a cynosure of all eyes.
But you are not a rose
Neither do flamboyants grow here
And flashiness is not your forte.
You are something more!
Hence, I still wonder,
What best, I should call you!
@harrywill