We all have a flower inside of us that needs to bloom, however, that's a job only we can do. Only we can bloom our own flower. We always expect and think that our partner will open that shut flower with love and attention, however the only thing that the flower will receive is rottenness and it'll turn black. Because only we can bloom our own flower. This poem is a true little short story on how I bloomed my flower. More info at the end of the page. Language: old English