An old saga made into a poem. My favourite flowers, I think, alongside sweet peas, but 'peas' is a less fanciful word than 'williams', and therefore I have used the latter.
Sweet williams –
Oh, my dearest darlings!
Glowing with undenied hue and passion,
What a pretty compliment
You do pay me by your brave fragrance.
I shall ne'er be melancholy
Whilst my dear sweet williams are loyal
Aside my tentative steps.
How could I do without you, dears?
But I must apologise, I must entreat;
I beg forgiveness.
You do not like to be spoken of in such a way.
I must not intrude so ill-judgedly
Or fantasise so wildly
With my ephemeral fancies –
And yet they are all but ephemeral.
If only you saw your worth,
Darling sweet williams –