Reborn, but waiting for your efflorescence!

I remember being in your embrace,

when did I wilt, my beloved, my heart?

when consciousness unfolded,

I found me in ashes, then soiled,

I heard my silver owl hooting,

desperate to see me glow, from far,

complaining as usual,

but today there was pain in its voice,

solemn bells, and graveyard,

No, I must wake up! I must bloom!

Your charisma and inspiration,

I need them, I need them!

to unfold my petals, and bloom in your frontyard,

to be your first sight in the morning,

to be the gleaming dew drops,

to embrace your feet, as you walk,

to the meadows, and give your chills,

to freshen your soul, you are pristine!

Paint me with the same incense, my beloved,

Fill the ink in me, lit my lantern,

so i could glow, as your firefly,

enrapture the breeze with hymns,

so they'd be our's, and we'll be blessed,

by Him, the Almighty!