Poetry Posse - Sonnet

okay okay i know this is late... but the muse was on valentines day celebration on who knows where and was just back a few minutes ago....
so please please allow me to post my 2ND PP and my 1st ever sonnet!

Wildflower...

Very much like a wild flower, love is...
Often its just there but seldom noticed
For they are taken as part of the weeds...
Harmful, unpleasant for our precious seeds
Stepped on, weeded out, trampled to the ground...
When preparing for roses' garden mounds
Well, it's the lil' wildflower's own doing...
growing in places none go aveiwing
thorns and bugs or even snakes might abound...
Very few would really glance on that ground!
But the desirous and brave that would dare...
those who'd seek out elegance hidden there...
they're few blest to see the exquisite bloom
so precious and rare,,, straight from the earth's womb.