The meaning of lilies
He had always been associated with them.
He. Them. He, my lover. Them, his lilies.
Flowers as white as the purest snow,
or as colourful as light reflecting, playing in Crystal.
Both qualities that remind me of him.
His angelic face, his bright, wonderful eyes.
To me, the meaning of lilies had always been clear,
when I looked at him. Stared at him. Loved him.
But every time he left I caught myself wondering:
What do lilies mean?
After all, what could they possibly mean,
That makes me so vulnerable to their dreamy petals?
What could they mean, to make me so unbalanced,
So speechless, so...unlike me? Every time!
What value could they ever have,
that they dare to demand a price as high as my very life?
Every hour, every minute, every second of it.
Even when he's gone, leaving me alone, wondering?
What power do they hide behind their gentle colours,
that renders everyone who gets too close
whether by magnificent accident or sweetly deliberate-
So helpless, and yet so powerfully blissful?
And I can't help it, I keep pondering and guessing until...
At last he returns and wipes away all thought and sorrow.
And lilies find their meaning once again.
For lilies mean:
I dare you to love me