Flowers Weep With Envy At Your Sight Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Flowers Weep With Envy At Your Sight



I frame your unfolding passion to perfection
yet not a quarter so well as you display yourself
even night blooming flowers
would weep with envy
to see you stroll beside moonlit waters
as I would do,
before I make myself into a bard
to sing your praises
to that very moon.

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