Lotus of Soft Blush
~ For Vienna ~
There once bloomed a Lotus Flower
whose tears mingled with an evening shower.
I saw her smile then slowly wilt and die
In billowy clouds I search for her in the sky.
If I could hold a rich sable brush
I'd paint the pink of her soft blush
upon my canvas, each petal's fold
of her beauty and grace I did behold.
Thoughts of loving her invade my head.
It was from her beauty that I was fed
as a koi swimming in her pond below
where she lived before the Winter snow.
Lovely Lotus, on sage stem of femininity,
the allure of her fragrance was fatal to me.
I remember it though she's gone from sight.
In dreams, she returns to me night after night.
No Geisha was fairer in form or embellished face
then her bloom on velvet throne, I did once embrace.
Purest pearl white petals, she was a work of art.
Lotus, I'll always remember her in the depth of my heart.
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