Lily Poem by Itamar Greenfeld

Spring has come with lily's bloom
the most pretty flower in any room
I'd like to cull her, receive a kiss
chance at bliss, lover's hiss
the hummingbird came to hover
any dream that dares to flutter
He stole her scent, her soul, her color.
I am zealot for this elegant florent
her smile, a spark, the stars themselves lament
I thought she bloomed for me, hopeful vase
but I was petals lost, their trace
Her smile I chased through four seasons spin
yet found the dream was never mine to win
She sang me down with stem of deceive
then cut my hair, my soul couldn't conceive
my floral love is so naive
a white flag heave, left to grieve.