Singled out & transfixed,
at unique lines embedded in thy velvet texture,
as thee swayed to the rhythm of nature,
wast thee truly,
destined to cross mine path in a fleeting manner?
Reflection of your sparkle in the sunlight,
Shimmering your shades in the moonlight.
I beg thee see me whence again or I shall be no more brain than stone.
For Alas to me,
thee wast that petal, which danced in the wind.