Dear beloved,
you purse your lips
and angrily avoid
comfort’s kiss
Dear beloved,
your haughty stare
creates greater longing
for weather fair
To soothe your ire
I’ll dance and sing
proclaim myself fool
if you’d let laughter ring
I’ll use my charms and all beguile
so honestly come and stay a while
Tell me the thorns that prick your heart
so gingerly, I can pry apart
the darkness curtaining a smile of sun —
dearly loved and harder won.
RED GLADIOLA 
This is fabulous–glad I found you via Richard.
Very glad to hear it! Thanks for dropping by. I see you write poetry too and I’ll definitely be reading your work. ❤