Lily

Spring has come with lily's bloom the most pretty flower in any room I'd like to cull her, receive a kiss chance at bliss, lover's hiss the hummingbird came to hover any dream that dares to flutter He stole her scent, her soul, her color. I am zealot for this elegant florent her smile, a spark, the stars themselves lament I thought she bloomed for me, hopeful vase but I was petals lost, their trace Her smile I chased through four seasons spin yet found the dream was never mine to win She sang me down with stem of deceive then cut my hair, my soul couldn't conceive my floral love is so naive a white flag heave, left to grieve.