Beauty Undersold

I happen to know a flower undersold Its radiance illuminates what little I hold Guiding me but never holding me Beauty undersold Shading me from harmful reality Delicate and pure With shades of blue Entrancing me towards future untold A pillar undersold A touch softer and fairer Never could exist Yet tip toed across my skin Did it go Gentler than reality Never did I fail to feel reality But always failing to see In front of me A reality undersold Years go by The rivers have gone Suns have set Lives have come Lives have gone Yet this flower blooms like the moon In a night without stars Guiding me, delicately, gently Through a future untold A flower forevermore