• Dandelion

    Picture a dandelion
    in the morning of a spring day
    basking in the sun
    forever anchored where it lay.

    Its lovely yellow hue,
    kissed by the morning dew,
    overshadowed by the blues and reds;
    yet I can see the beauty your color sheds.

    Every morning I wake,
    each day I come to you and wait,
    viewing you for my heart's sake,
    enraptured by the beauty within, you create.

    With time our beauty will fade,
    your hair, though yellow, will turn gray.
    No longer your beauty matters to me,
    rather to spend the rest of my life with thee.

    Though our love,
    but a weed in the garden of life,
    rises like a dove,
    souring through the dead of night.