Lily Like Your Name Poem by Ray C.

Magic Lily,
Water Lily,
Lily, and
Lily, your name.
Like your name, your favorite flower was lily.
Today is December, middle of the winter.
Not spring, or autumn.
Winter, a season that I can never see you again.
Your light blue eyes were like a clear river in spring.
Your dark brown hair was like old leaves in autumn.
The only two seasons that I can see you.
Spring and autumn.
Why does lily never bloom in summer, or winter?
I can't see your beautiful smile.
I can't hear your joyful voice.
I can't forget your bright eyes.
You're in spring, but
I am in winter.
No one can help me.
Even a girl who loves 'purple, ' but
dived into an ugly 'blue' ocean.
Even a woman,
who's someone's four seasons.
Even a girl, who's scared that
her friends will walk away from her.
I miss you, Lily.
It wasn't flower, that I missed, Lily.
It was you, Lily.
I love you, even you're not
pretty was Lily.
I love you, Lily.