Only One By Shadow Of Iris

Of all the blooming flowers in the field,
Each more precious than the last,
Each with velvet petals that shudder in the breeze,
Each with its own unique fragrance,
To lure you in close,
Where you’ll see shades of blush,
Flamingo fading into fuchsia, a cherry core—

Of all the blooming flowers in the field
Must a man really choose but one?