“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”
William Wordsworth
In the reflection of Your elegance I feel clumsy The poet's words that flow So easily... Twist in the wind Of your beauty They freeze in my throat And I choke on them There are so many things I need to say to you But the syllables ignite In the heat of your glow And I am left speechless and Covered in their ashes
