Larkspur _ A Song Of Unrequited Love Poem by Augustus Quaicoe

LARKSPUR

by Augustus Quaicoe

Oh, how I admire the flower larkspur
Anytime I sit on the greenly meadows in despair!
Larkspur, a beautiful, lovely fragrant flower, thou art with others I compare.
Moments unforgettable in Blooms berry, larkspur!



Jasmine, daisy and lily of the valley, the flowers that care
Larkspur, a flower so dear and rare
Admired at the sight of bloom, but forgotten soon at noon, blur
Oh, how I long to smell the sweet fragrance of larkspur in the time I spare



Of all natures beautiful flowers is larkspur
The symbol of love, binding couples so dear
The uniqueness of larkspur, I cannot compare
So clearly depicting the true nature of love I declare, sincere



The bride's bouquet hailed kissed and preferred but at noon, marred
Symbolizing the truth of love, I pondered, larkspur
Love, so unrequited and err
Fleeting love, takes wings, like a butterfly, stirred on larkspur


Geared towards love's hidden truth, clear
Everything in larkspur has a lesson to spare, stare!
Attractive, adorable, wonderful, sweet scented flower, larkspur
Gorgeously adorned on the bride's hair; in fair to glare


Rose flower and larkspur, a perfect pair!
Unrequited love, so impaired and blur
Stained by man's feeble love affair, bizarre.
Larkspur, not a flower mere; to the brokenhearted, repair!


The brokenhearted nightmare, larkspur!
Flaring mixed moments of happiness of the lover's vows, glare
Drawing sad tears to the eyes, where vows are broken, there!
Stare at the wedding pictures in eyes blur, here…


The shining diamond ring and the beautiful bridal bouquet; larkspur, tears incur
Now, fleeting love mystery and vanity bare!
True perfect love non - existent; rare, but where?
Sphere of unrequited love revolves around me, as I stare at this larkspur, now aware.