Tulip

I asked you once which flower first blooms

The moment spring arrives - the petal- if you held it

It would match the colour of your lips

And I would be the first to take a picture of it

 

These are the days when it’s still bright at noon

Even the swan lake has thawed, though it was once ice cold

So, when the sun screams ‘go with the weather’

I advise you to do as you are told  

 

 

 

 It is just us, we can decide, you see

If this is going to be nothing or divine

 

Now it’s alright, we will part in a year

But I fear that - if I let go –

I will be searching for your face

In the person standing next to me

 

-  Chelsea Amadi.