One Last Hug
A flower amid many in a garden full of roses
You reign gallantly wearing exotic fiery red,
Knowing the sunny days will dry your petals
If no one soon picks you for a festive bouquet,
Your devoted lover sings praises of your stance
Adoring your splendor in verses quite grand
Promising his words will make you immortal,
But he hasn't visited since the last encounter,
You fought nasty winds and the sensual moths
Protecting the virtues of your fragrant charm
Guarding ardent scent reserved just for him
To whiff a kiss when he caresses your leaves,
You defied moon's advancing wicked glance
Never falling for the urge of a spurious dance
For you saw the lust of their flirting vile eyes
Choosing to await for your true-love to arrive,
Having saved parting breath for one last hug
Sad look of disbelief has you gravely undone
Wishing you could fold and instantly curl up
As you see him chasing a budding yellow-rose.
February 23, 2018
Placed first in End 2018 standard contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd in Best free verse contest by John Hamilton
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