can you love a flower but despise the way it blooms?

hate it’s gentle nectar and despise it’s pinkish hue?

can you love a flower, yet wish that it were dead?

well i suppose not gone so much but maybe something else?

could you love a flower, though it is plain to see,

you detest every single leaf and petal more than equally?

could you love a flower? if really in the end,

you despised so much of it that it could never mend