Love and Beauty

Tulip's Bed

Lying on a lilac bed

with petals placed for me.

—Though one-by-one the petals fled,

Leaving me to be.

Rising now from flattened grass,

I stand up next to trees;

Who, like myself, has lost its mass:

Both victims of love's breeze.

Call it fate from heaven's gate,

When I stumbled upon thee:

A vision with a graceful gait,

Who brought me to one knee.

I lie now on tulip's bed,

While you lie next to me.

Not worried of the winds ahead,

For forever we shall be.