Once again I am the single lion,
I am on the lookout for the Miss Fortune,
To help me tidy-up my ugly Misfortune.
Come on, be my beautiful lioness,
I am really in need of your love,
To help boost me towards success.
Come on, rule my beautiful world.

I have accepted my defeat,
And I know that I can't love you,
Not now.

Unlike you, I am not immoral,
But the lover inside is immortal,
Now I know.

I will love someone yet again,
That someone who is luckier,
But of course.

She who is smarter & intelligent,
The one that will love me like I do,
Yes of course.

That someone who is focussed,
Goes on a straight way to success,
Not off course.

Neither intending to insult you,
Nor it intends to glorify me,
This poem is a confession.

I am a plain idiotic lover,
I do not wear Prada like you,
Not borrowing such pleasures.

I am not for you.

I will skim the downpour,
Aiming the best for myself,
And I will succeed.

For my love does not perish,
It just changes its forms, and
It gives me pleasure.

Flowers will bloom
From within her -
With each new sunrise,

Sunbeams kiss her soul -
Each new day is a blessing,
In her eyes.

Petals delicately dress her heart -
They protect her fragile core,

Precious moments shall elapse -
Her petals will fall -
Protected,
She shall stand
No more.

Exposed and vulnerable,
Her heart,
She will wear
On her sleeve -
The Merciful Lord
Shall leave her never,

New petals,
She prays,
On that day
She shall receive -
Flowers will bloom
From within her -
Forever.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Paper wishes give
Carols Christmas ring allowed
Red tinsel hanging.
(c)LIVVI