To the girl who smells the blue flower

To the girl who smells the blue flower,
Day after day the blue flower sits, never being noticed or loved. Day after day I walk through the vine ark and past the garden you stay. The lust in your eyes as they sway with the wind. I wait and watch until you pass, wondering when the day will come. Just as I leave, when you believe you're out of sight. I watch quietly through the window as you stroll past the fountain and across the garden. Staring longingly into the flower. I like to think you ask the flower for permission before you lean down slowly and finally take in its scent.