I frame your unfolding passion to perfection <br />yet not a quarter so well as you display yourself <br />even night blooming flowers <br />would weep with envy <br />to see you stroll beside moonlit waters <br />as I would do, <br />before I make myself into a bard <br />to sing your praises <br />to that very moon.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-weep-with-envy-at-your-sight/
