Peonies bloomed in his garden

Day 22 Of The Spring

I was smelling the scent of the flower every day
I was feeling the embellishment on its skin
I was smiling my eyes out as I touch its petal
Hoping that I can soon pick it out from its portal

Though the peony was never my subject
It was a metaphor that I can never object
You were a peony to my mind

A plant so delicate I wished I could bind
Its dew flows so smoothly in my mind
The leaves surpassed the sway of my emotions

And the crooks of its crowded being drown me in conclusions

A lavender's scent
A slender hair
An intimate mood I could never bare
Through the coin I threw at the well Romance will always be fair