By Elisabeth Campbel Date: 4 June 1997
Though small and fragile I was never thought of as the most beautiful flower... Until you. You picked me and held me up to the light. You held me close in the dark when the shadows came. You admired me and showed me off. Your smile was a sliver of life. A ray of sunshine on my face. When you look toward me I am not dull or boring. Never plain or colorless... I am yours.