miss tulips

how many blindfolds have you taken off

so my doubtful eyes could be unchained?

through you, I finally see light peering in

and the greens of the garden around us

and now that I am finally free,

I can see you clearly.

before, your energy radiated distinctly

everyone can sense it and know its yours,

a spark that could power a thousand suns.

your voice was of somber, yet ferocity,

similar to the crashing waves of the ocean

in which we both bathed in together.

and now that I see you, I see liberation.

an empress that all will soon embrace

everything in your soul had told me

that you were perfect,

and I would rather die than disagree.

I hope you know you are gorgeous.

in every world, in every century.