A Pretty And Lonely White Flower Seller Poem by Shaun Cronick

She sells her pretty white flowers,
At her pretty white market stall.
This pretty but so lonely woman,
Her white flowers for one and all.

No-one pays her much attention,
Over the years that come and go.
Some browse but many quickly walk by,
Her pretty flowers that are on show.

She yearns of falling in love,
Meet a man to cherish and keep.
And when she packs her flowers up,
Goes home and so does sadly weep.

This lonely pretty flower seller,
She is so honest kind and keen.
On dreaming of meeting that good man,
Yearning for a true love never seen.

Then when selling one sunny day,
A kind man that day did come.
He smiled at her and softly talked,
And her heart for him did succumb.

At last her true love finally found!
Sought through love's lonely cruel endeavour.
A man to love and cherish always,
For this pretty now unlonely flower seller.

And on her beautiful wedding day,
Were bouquet flowers so decorative and bright.
And a handsome husband to forever love her,
For this pretty flower seller all dressed in white.


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