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You can’t be because
If a flower is beautiful it must want to be plucked.

You can’t be because
Only roses mean love.

You can’t be because
My desire to fill my vase overrules your desire to stay rooted.

You can’t be because
You are obligated to make seed, honeybee present or not.

You can’t be because
Nothing can be beautiful without also being useful.

You can’t be because
I never learned the difference between roses and carnations.

You can’t be because
I want roses for Valentine’s Day, and none but yours will cut it.

You can’t be because
I love by wanting fruit.

You can’t be because
You’ve called your petals silky, and they are clearly cellulose and plant tissues.

You can’t be because
I am a botanist and I know best.

You can’t be because
Seedless watermelons shouldn’t exist.

You can’t be because
I know all there is to know about your garden.

You,
Though,
Are not the Gardener here.

I am
Because Roses were never planted
My Carnations are many colors
And you can look on them
Without plucking them
It’s my Garden
And only I know
What grows there.