I Watched Her From The Flower Grove Poem by joe c.

I watched her from the flower grove,
She passed me by everyday.
The butterflies lofting about only added to her grace,
They illuminate her lovely face.
And so one day I felt courage,
Not unlike the lion's pride;
I stepped out from behind to take what was so surely mine.
She screamed with fear and I heard her praise;
She jumped with fright and I saw her passion;
She ran from me and I chased like a dog;
Now I know that's what she thought I was.
A man no better than a mutt, not suitable for love's embrace;
I sulked away, tail between legs, maybe I'll try some other day.