Charming was her grace,
Yet beautifully unbeautiful was she;
Or an illusion of a desirous heart?
Beating rhythmically for that,
Which will always remain unseen!
........ Yet lingering forever,
In the fragrant corners of your heart.
The shy unbeauty,
Of Winter's first Snowdrop,
And the demure gracefulness,
Of Spring's sweet lilies of the valley.
Wrapping amidst themselves;
Summer's last sun-kissed memories.
Now merely like broken shards,
Of a distant, forgotten dream.
She proclaimed herself unlovely
In taciturn grace she hid herself away
Like a spring flower left beneath a tarp
Languishing for the sunlight, but afraid