Color Me November

Violet

There are soft sighs
For a lark that cries
Gently whispering
In hidden solitude.
Come, dearest
Our hearts will steal away
In the darkest night, when
The shadows are on our side,
Guarding us from
Sneering thieves, whose eyes
Glisten with emerald envy.
Patience, love!
You will know the time is right
When you find violets peeking
From behind my soft-spoken songs.

A/N: Back in the day when sending messages through flowers was popular, a gay/bisexual woman would give her lover violets to express her desire without being obvious, since the attitude towards homo/bisexuality was definitely negative then. Violets are the designated flower because Sappho (a gay Grecian poet) once described her and her lover as wearing garlands of violets. And confession time - this is one of my stupidly nerdy, sappy ideas for when I'm in a relationship. At some point I'm just going to have a bouquet of violets delivered to her door.

Fun fact: This is probably the only romance poem you'll ever see from me, cause I'm just trash at writing them most of the time. Anyway, happy writing!