My Flower Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

Flower
In the midst of a rainbow
And a shower
Cupid is dancing in the snow
Birds in your heart
Singing a tune of love yet apart
O' my flower I will not dismay
Your choice to aspiration is a sway
Sit and listen to the poem of mine
One from a core lost to a fine
Smiling and joyous having you attentive
At dawn it will all be a need-to-hear narrative
Doesn't the thought of it just bring satisfaction?
That love right now at this point is but just an
Abbreviation
Oh my flower...
Dim away from a futile love so romantic yet sour
You smile illume sunlight at morn
When it bounces of my face like a newer-form
I too find it hard not to smile
Your beauty glows brighter when I wither,
O' flower my heart beats in the cold frost
Like metal unable to shift nor twig yet so lost
But joyous and glorious it becomes when yours become
In ways humane and somewhat sane you're Indifferent to most, unique to some
But as far as my eyes can see
It is just you to me
My flower blooming in a cage of despair
Into a celestial form beautiful and fair
My heart races alone in deep beats of songs,
And lone my tears fall with no wall to pause the cause,
Flower you're not mine and of that I am aware
But for you to be... sadly it will render you impair.