Within my floral heart
are songs that have grown
from flowers I either
love or loathe

The lily is one that I love
And there are many variations
to be admired.
It is the blushing ****** of the water.
That wakes from much strife,
rising from filth for the
kiss of the sun.

~AND ~

Then there's the lily of the valley
the bright star of Morn.
A crying flower in my eyes
The lily of the valley among thorns
bowing their humble heads.
Frail clouds above whispering grass
that sway left and right, left and right.

Sweet watery beauty in one eye, weeds
hanging from a noose in another.
Out of the umbran moments, they seem to bloom
with their scintillating lights.
Blushing pink or white or blue or yellow
stars.

The earth is kissed and blessed with flowers,
each blessed with their own song.
Even I struggle to uncover their secrets.
Even I can not fully decipher their fragrance
All there is is fragments
so sad tales in desert air

Within my floral heart
are songs that have grown
from flowers I either
love or loathe

frail and short lived I tell a story
a message stronger than any force
I could leave an eternal memory
my thorns may show you no remorse.

sinuous, curvaceous as a woman's figure
my green arms open to show you my beauty
my looks are seen as a treasure
until petals fall from expired romantic treaty.

I witness true love and secret affairs
opposites in life now come in pairs
heavenly white, deceiving black
why does my purpose seem to have lack?
bashful pink, scarlet red
my lively appeal has now been shed.