The Capitalist Florist And A Wild Flower

'You asked my name isn't it? My name is Orphan.' The Wild flower muttered. 'It's a strange name.' Handsome florist replied. 'What's your good name Sir? ' 'I am Romeo.' 'Romeo, I am not your Juliet Just a Wild flower and I would like to compete the other flowers. Still I am proud of being a Virgin Boisterous Hornets and Bees never touched me. You know a Plectrum that touches the strings, Strings never cry of the play Please pluck me gently It's really painful and I believe you That you never betray me Or offer me to a Betrayer! *Humbly I dedicate this poem to my poet friend Romeo Della Valle!