With a beautiful monarch,
A blossom did fall in love,
Charmed by its vivid beauty,
It waited for it to fly above
Every moment it did cherish,
When the monarch would come by,
Just touching it with grace,
Bringing news from the blue sky
Its sweet nectar it did give,
To the monarch, with pleasure,
Hoping to be forever with it,
Each moment to it, a treasure
Awaited one day, the blossom,
But no monarch did appear,
Leaving the blossom crushed,
Withering under the sky clear
No hope did it see, to live,
No reason it had, to smile,
Love, in which it had believed,
Had cheated her with guile
Another monarch came by,
It saw the withering flower,
Went to its side, told it to smile,
And offered to be its bower
Varied are the colors, blossom,
No two monarchs are the same,
Bloom again, do not wither,
Dear, you are not yet maimed
Love again, oh fair blossom,
He was not the one for you,
You gave your heart, to him,
But his love just was not true
The sun will smile on you again,
Reach for the blue sky once more,
Beautiful you are, that is true,
Just forget the times of yore
A knack you have, fair blossom,
To make hearts just fall in love,
So smile again, and raise your head,
Love again, it is the time now
Encouraged by the monarch,
The blossom did smile again,
Looking for true love in the skies,
Forgetting the past with pain
She still searches for true love,
Befriended my the monarch dear,
Never withering or giving up,
Living again, without any fear!
Prompted @ 3 Word Wednesday! Words were Varied, Knack and Crush.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.