Missus

She spotted and waited for 12 years. What could be better?

Blossoms in the breeze twelve
years made petals soft a gentle
squeeze your cadence sublime
and rare flare ignites and ensnares
mira this humble bloom a token
for us I hope you choose thus
Dazzling Dushyanthy, bright
bonny flutter unto mine, let's
stride? t'was my honour
to serenade thee, o'pride