To be Picked or to be Plucked?

To be picked or to be plucked?
For my beauty is desirable
Life in my petals being sucked
Just a weed that is unrepairable.
For love, I am utterly incapable
I am sorry for the other flowers on the table.

A Gardner walks a field's trail
To be picked is the holy grail.
He falls to my level beginning to peal
The pain in my roots is all too real
He abandons me in a puddle of wretchedness
My roots are victims now useless.

A woman's fate is to be loved or lost.
plucked but at what cost
My bloom now hideous
This game is oh so insidious.

A florist walks an empty road
He welcomes me to his humble abode.
My heart once frozen
For I have finally been chosen.