Art I worthy of such privilege
To love thine true beauty?
For I'm but a humble stalk, my
silent flower
aloft resplendent in a Sun beam
conferring meaning to life.
Alas! perfidious winds grieve
as a triste petal trickles
to the ground rent asunder
in the capricious hands of fate
I metamorphose to a sceptre
you a jewel in its crown.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
Art I worthy of such privilege
To love thine true beauty?
For I'm but a humble stalk, my
silent flower
aloft resplendent in a Sun beam
conferring meaning to life.
Alas! perfidious winds grieve
as a triste petal trickles
to the ground rent asunder
in the capricious hands of fate
I metamorphose to a sceptre
you a jewel in its crown.
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