Lady Flower
In the still of the night a flower rests in the field,
Glowing by the light of the moon can it be real,
Stunning and true it is beautiful to see,
That I must draw near and hold it ever close to me.
in the still of the night a lady stands in wait,
Her body radiant she is the writer of fate,
To her I must run with all haste and speed,
For to make this angel happy is my greatest need.
The lady as the flower is beautiful its true,
Magnificence unmeasured I must need run to you,
So hold my gaze and know me for this,
Knowing you Flower Lady has been true bliss.
Matthew Scott Geyer
Journeyman
