to a Lavender
To a Lavender named Lucy
Oh my pretty, fresh, young yet lovely and precious
Lavender
I have no creativity as thee
To write in papers of colour
But these papers of white denote
My heart which is as pure and as white as yours is
This milk of blue denotes
The blood of thee and mine
In thy favourite colour of Lavender
Oh my Lavender
A Lavender so belle
Where were you?
These many years?
Is my only question
Striking me when you began
To communicate well with me
You are indeed my true friend
Which I got caught hold of in this mad world
Oh
Lavender, my Lavender
I never fell in for thee
For thy colour nor for thy looks
But for thy true and natural nature
And for thy naughtiness under the sun
And for thy open mindednesses
Which no one in this artificial world would do now
Oh my tender Lavender
You showed me
Taught me life
And many things
As of how to be organized
I consider thee
A scholar
And my great guide
In my life
Oh Lavender, my Lavender of mine
I never saw a flower
A gem nor a pearl
As precious as thee in my life
You were more personal
As a sister and
As a guardian angel
Though now you invade me in
Saintly silence
I have been forced
To believe
In the belief
And the lie
Which they say
Distance
Maketh a
Relationship
Stronger
To say the truth
Whenever I see
Other flowers
I am only reminded
Of beauty of thee
And the heart and mind of mine
B locks me from
Seeing those other flowers
Of various colours
Oh Lavender, blue Lavender
At nights I chant the name of thee
Many the times I do
I pray for thy growth
Than that of mine
I pray for thee
To change thy mind
Oh my Lavender Lucy
Never did any one
Wish or wonder to gift
On my day of birth
But you were the only lovely soul
To write four pages
The first time did some one
From outside ever did such feat
You touched my heart
Oh my Lavender Lucy
That day I felt
So bliss
Never did I ever
Touch a girl
But the day
When you gave thy hand
I feared, I hesitated
And then when
I did
Touch I felt magical
And wanted never
To leave your
Cold hands
To get colder even more
I wish it prolonged long
I thank thee
Oh young and bubbly Lavender
I think I am old, not handsome for any one to fall in love for me, or talented as thee
Old fashioned, aged, a guy with no good manners, not lively and so on…
And this maybe thy reason
For your depart from me now
And not as young or bubbly as thou or thy friends
I think I am Byronic, a person of no heart
Not as chubby or can be compared to the
Colours of thee or this paper I feel as a demon
Darker than this colour which writes all this how could I
Ever wonder for thee a beauty and belle to fall in for
A beast as me?
Oh Lavender, Lavender of mine
I can make any one smile and laugh
But I failed
I failed
I want to make you and
Every one near me feel bliss
As a gardener
I shower thee not with water
But with words
But still a failure am I to be
Oh Lavender of adoration
I think I also have a heart
But not a stony or a strong one
But I assure thee
I will never ever
Forget thee
Or the second day
Of the second month
Every year
Or thy name
Though I get old even more or
As the days goes
Or as much as
I am alive
In this mad world
Oh Lavender of beauty
Who taught me love
And how to love life
I will always wish for thee
The very best
For all your futuristic aspirations and growth
You are my greatest role model
And greatest influence in the life of mine
Oh my young, bold, beautiful and lovely Lavender Lucy
I wish thee a blissful
Day of birth
For this year
And for the years to come
Oh my flower Lavender oh my flower Lucy
Oh my elegant guardian angel, sister Lucy
I fear for thee I say this since I adore thee
Thou art becoming an artificial artifice
Losing your natural nature
Of enjoying in bubbliness under the sun
I pray and plead for thee to change
For the old thee, the bubbly thee
Forget the fames thee desireth for
Believe thou true et real friends
And not on thy foes
And don’t believeth on much fames too
I desireth to write more on thou
For I am a home of words of written form
Than of the verbal form
I drew this on from your latest photos
And half from my memory too
I never fell on love with you for your looks as others would do
But for your pretty eyes, your long black hair and chubby cheeks
The only external beauty and your brain and heart
Tears fill mine eyes though you may be far
Still I feel thee in my mind, heart and hand I miss thee
Pardon me if my sketch of thou is worse
Sorry If I made thee cry, I went through many emotions throughout these pages an emotion full of truth, open truths
Thanks to thee
From
An old stranger
30th jan 2013