The best to learn I learned at last
And learning I did bloom
Fountain-fed, nurtured well
Given the adequate room
Planted with a seed of trust
And a hand with delicacy
Pink petals of a creamy hue
Are all I need of ecstacy
Fragrance-filled and self-indulged
A privilege beauty can defend
For now I am a blossom
But we all wither in the end