My Fair Irony Poem by B3k Baylon

What’s that pensive look on dear Fair Lady Eliza’s face for?
A confusion feeding on her thoughts down to the core…
The maiden with great affection to lovely colored blossoms,
Contemplating about two flowers that’s anything but common.

One sits cozy and pretty on her windowsill which, blooms in May,
The other, idle by the river, she chanced upon on a cold wintry day.
Have grown fond of the tender bud at home, the roots now gone deep.
The one in the open air, odd but lovely. Wondering If that’s worth to keep.

But there’s one thing that bothers her the most, she can’t have both.
Just one flower pot, the only luxury she can afford up her tiny loft.
Should she decide to make some changes…she’s not sure how it’d feel.
What the heck, she’s had that plant for years and It’s no easy deal…

To uproot what have become comfortable, consistent, and expected,
In exchange for something spontaneous, amusing, and uninhibited.
So she chose to let the matter go, though sometimes It persists…
About the chances and what could have happened If she insists

On trading her homey bloom for a rare and untamed kind,
Will she regret, or will she be happy with her extra ordinary find?
She will never know, and she really doesn’t have the heart…
To forget something that has already took an important part

Of that place she calls home, the only thing she can call her own
With that blossom in May bringing her peace in her time alone,
Couldn’t think of anything else that would make her feel content.
But why can’t she stop thinking about the charming bud yet unkempt?

A sight to marvel by the river now with water from melted frost
If that lovely thing survived the harsh seasons, thrived at all cost…
Then there’s no reason to be confused at all, and learn to let go
There are things we’ve grown to love and new things we should know

If there’s doubt in what we’re feeling but never had the guts to explore
What good is it to struggle? The options just going in and out the door,
Never really had the freedom to choose, even if there were choices
We can’t complain should we be haunted by reproachful voices…

So please dear Eliza take the frown off your pretty face and smile…
It wouldn’t hurt to see the wild solitary bloom just once in a while
You’ve had your chance to see how such dainty creature grew,
With such strength; lucky you came across one, there’s only a few.