Graceful sweet scent, upon the evergreen The solitary life it must endure Illusive, two seasons hidden between A weathered, wounded heart it can not cure For it is secret love that it desires Passion brewing from a single, sole bud Inside embers, burning, stoking the fires Restless, the absence of peace, boiled blood Under the dim light it will not be fazed Lone in serenity, tranquil, it thrives An alluring site one has ever gazed Be still, in refuge and strength, it survives Itβs time, let go of the gem so comely, Single, white harmony for my lovely