A trodden flower- part 1

I found you strewn across the narrow street,
So fresh, so dewy, so fine- you seemed to be,
that I couldn't resist taking you in my arms,
and fondling your loveliness till my fingers ached
with the agony of sheer familiarity and sensuality.
Like a gust of wind, I took you with me- far away.
Held you tight, warm and safe in my strong fist.
Later, I lay you across the musty, dark pages
across which were splattered sonnets of love,
and quietly wished that the hue of love would
keep you from discolor, death and decay.