Fame, The Flower Poem by Noel Horlanda

A premature bud
Appeared from nowhere
Tight, sugary, rubicund
In fields of green
Soon blooms d’mornin’
Into loveliness and
Her fragrance wafted in air
Drawing my attention

Fame, my wildflower
Sings like a bluejay
A lullaby in my dreams
Lovely as a monarch
Swift as summer wind
Cloth in rainbow colors
Smiles like a virgin
Dance like a deity

Wet as morning dew
Like Venus’ teardrops
What other adjectives
Could I compare?
There’s no doubt
Now and forever
You will be my woman
My ultimate flower
Fame