O hear ye beloved one!
Why art thou beautiful to behold?
Is it because thou art shimmers like gold?
Woven with great intricacy I was told.
What is so magical toward thee?
That separates thy antiquity?
When a guy hand a bouquet of thee,
His lady love would blush with glee.
A pensive mood could change unexpectedly
Thy mystery could puzzle one’s curiosity
such obscurity could just lead to another plea
But at least I know that someone is treasuring me!