Why do you hang your head, as though
The shame you carry was yours to keep?
Your beauty is lost on us, who
Grasp but a fragment, fallen asleep.
If you would lift your countenance,
Bestow on your viewers your full charm,
We could water you with our love
And help you reject the pain and harm
You’ve endured. Stand firm, fair flower,
You still have much to give our world;
If you will tilt back, seek the sun,
Your hidden beauty will come unfurled…
Beautiful, Melody. BEAUTIFUL!
Wow – thanks! 🙂
aquilegia?
Indeed!
Spring’s beauty gave a big boost to your creativity 🙂 Lovely poem again.
Thank you my friend!
Did you find your surprise yet?