A little flower borne on the wind

I am a little flower, delicate and fine

A work of art to brighten, I twinkle and I shine

 

I am not an antirrhinum

Nor am I columbine

 

 

I am not a sensuous Orchid

Nor a flagrant Passion Flower

I am dainty & refined, hedgerows are my Bower

I come here to delight, my sparkle is my Power

 

So often I look pitiful, with a tendency to hide

You say I'm nice & walk on by, leaving me aside

I had a long name once,

but I became tongue tied

 

 

 

I tried it to remember,

But the name I never got

Oft my heart is gold, sometimes a whitish dot

whatever shade my heart is, please                                               Forget-Me-Not