The crowd

So many. Tight they gather.
Let it be me. Let it be Me.

At the door

Only a little light for the flower
to make it that kind of portrait.

I've beaten you

I'm open to you. Why
did you beat me so?

The stranger waits

The face in the flower. Am I hidden?
The stranger I look not to meet.

Holding the light

Pale beneath me

When the magnolia grabs the light,
all else pales beneath it, and you.

Why ignore me

The daisy, head high in the breeze
calls for your look. Why ignore me?

Two Pose

Two provided me the chance
to find a pose. I took it to see.

The Rose

It may look a little crazy
to be called the rose

It begins

I will become crazy, as my rose
petals twist, yet crazy began here.

Lost in dance

Hidden in the shadows

The Rose, as I take your colour,
no need to hide in the shadows.

I stole the dark

The flower waited for you to enter.
Look, keep the light low for me.

The darker side of sweet

Pea lost of colour