Lily, I am in love with you. You enter my life, stay a short while, but make such a lasting impression! Who painted those exquisite crimson lines on your curves, in your hollows?
How you surprised me a few years back, rising up from the ground, having arrived in my bed by some mysterious hand.
Today you stand tall, holding tightly the petals of your new blooms, keeping them to yourself, until you are ready to let go. How I adore the necks of the blooms that have opened, the ones already spent! Those necks—they almost beg to be kissed and caressed.
But it’s not just passion you inspire. You gift me, too, with your show of order and strength, such soothing precision in your posture. And, there is a plan, I am sure, to your unfolding that only you can know.
Lily, what a lover you are!