Pale Flower

My sweet pale flower,
So young and vibrant
In the spring,
Your scent and colors
Did delight my very soul,
Why have you wilted early,
Long before the fall,
And all my loving care
Has been for naught,
Wish I could give
My life and breath to you
To see you in full bloom again
For beauty wilted early on
Does break my heart...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz