Under the dainty stem of a lily,
The grass shoots stand proud and prim.
Eyes stare entranced at life in its youth,
The earth lies beneath brown, suppressed and grim.
She laments at her lack of beauty,
They thrive upon her murky gloom.
She bears the burden of uncaring feet,
Her love long forgotten as they pluck her bloom.
Is this the cost of love she asks,
The virtue of her deed long lost.
He watches through a wispy haze
She whimpers cold, uncovered, aghast?
He feels her ache inside his heart,
Are those his tears beginning to rain.
A tiny sprout stands proud and tall,
They bore him together, she's in love again.
