Futility Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I took you,
From the bed of indifference
And stark, saturnine flowers
And you were a budding tulip,
I glanced at you pensively,
And a prayer was hanging from my lips,
The touch of the drizzle
Gave you a serpentine beauty,
Oh, the mauve color you possess,
Very much enamoring
Despite your macabre, in spite of my acquiescence
And so I took good care of you,
As lithe as a dream,
As sturdy as my longing,
I set my eyes on you,
But then, I realized
That to pray for you,
And to emblazon your beauty
On mine eyes,
To want you for a life time,
To extol you, in effigies
In revelries,
Is like forcing you,
The budding tulip,
To bloom
When your physique,
Your equanimity
Your discernment,
Your desire,
Have rejected me.