Modesty

A floral parasol gave shade to features sad, but finely drawn, no laugh lines marked her sweet facade, a countenance both pale and wan. She glided by the garden wall and shed a tear, a wistful sigh, the blossoms bent as if in awe, the warblers chirped in sympathy. I yearned to take her arm, to find the reason for her dire distress, but modesty prevailed. Consumed with unrequited love my passion full curtailed.