Garden Girl

Garden girl,
You give me butterflies.
You catch my eye.
You capture my essence.

Your beautiful hands, tending to your garden-
But why do you not look after me,
The way you look after all the others?
I feel so left out...

I wish I was more tender, as you are.
I know I am not, but I always mean well.

I could watch you for hours, for a lifetime even.
Pacing around your garden.
Contented.
Making sure everything is in order.

I wish you would tend to my heart,
Like you tend to your garden.
But I am nothing but a mere weed,
Fire bright Dandelion.

But not bright enough
to capture your heart.
Like you captured mine.