Flower, Gone With the Wind

A flower, lovely and lithe, stands basking Before the glory of my eyes, and smiles To the winds blowing across my fields, That stares jealously, at what belongs to me The fragrance of my heart! But alas! Along comes a whirlwind, Blowing and puffing with destructive jealousy! Too strong for my timorous flower And deracinate it from my garden, roots and all Leaving a porous hole in my heart! I groan, and moan, such a lovely flower, Stolen from me, right in my garden That held the dream, to grace my room In a vase that holds my heart Enslaved in passions and dreams! Oh lovely flower, gone with the wind! Brought me such pain, and loss Never again shall’u grace the vessel in my dreams With fragrance from your petals, That draws bees to thy nectar!