Mayflower

Blooming on the sunrise
with such a pretty face,
guarded with a smile
that launched a thousand ships.

You're the rose in the garden
of love and miseries
the object of affection
of butterflies and bees.

You're the flower I dreamt of
on that lonely summer night,
wishing you're here with me
beneath the pale moonlight.

I love you my mayflower
but how could you know this?
I'm just an ugly worm
lying under your leaf?