The Flower

I remember when I first saw it, the radiant midnight flower.
Like anyone at that age, that is to say I was young.
Young enough to be at that hour, the hour I laid eyes on the midnight flower.
With a cheerful group of friends.

Although my age was 17 maybe 16 I could be mistaken, but I could have not shaken.
Laying eyes on that flower, my friends all laughing, daring me to go see the flower.

At a distance it stood, not just simply it stood, uniquely it stood.
As i gathered my courage, began to walk in a flourish.
Stopping in the middle knowing just a little about how comical
I was walking straighten up my poster.

Gathered more than courage walking across the pavement.
Reaching my destination my heart began beating.
Beating against my chest, as if to say that my heart wanted out.

That's when I uttered "Diana, so you want to go out sometime" but it had seem that I mutter "Danea, soy-u, ant, o g-o ut, smetime". I stood with terrified expression as the beautiful surrounding flower giggled and smiled.

Yet when I was backing, Diana began acting. Then she uttered oh so more than muttered "Yes". Then I seemed to be floating because I was beaming.
Night Summer love, from the midnight flower.

Midnight summer was never the same for luck have it that I kept my flower.
Now every summer my flower and I go upon the midnight hour to that place,
and remember, remember how we fell in love.