The Tulip
I cannot transform my tulip
For it changes its nature, I sometimes
Find it frostier on roadways, and set off
Towards it in search of high spirits.
My tulip – flowering on rising damp
I’ve a settled conviction to keep
Thee in settled weather and Fair Fame:
So shan’t be behind time to keep
My loving tulip on fair promise with fair hands.
O lord,
Help him keep his Tulip
Safe and fresh
For its petals newly bloomed
As lovely as moon.
Good poem bro, keep it up.
Yug