A Flower’s Seed
Your body is so slight and trivial
But yet you surge ahead
Out of your iron-clad armour
Up to the sun in all thy glory
Although so plain you seem to be
Your adornment is yet to come
Future days will be kind to you
As you embrace them with your charm
You will become a love poem
That is missing from simple lips
To the betrothed, a noble assistant
A plead to win her heart