Like a gardener tending to his favourite flower bed,

Your expert hands prune my parts to better help them bloom.

You turn me over, ruffle my feathers, dig down, deeper, harder…

Strong urges to break through the cracks, the light too bright to bear.

From day lily to iris, mine is a beauty best observed from afar.

Only my daddy’s delicate attention is enough to keep me alive.

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