Your Secret Admirer

A single crimson bloom, velvet soft and bold,
A silent message on your doorstep unfolds.
Thorns hidden beneath a promise so bright,
Passion ignites, burning in the night.
Will these fragrant petals whisper your name?
A secret admirer, consumed by love’s flame.

Next, a lily arrives, pure and pristine,
A symbol of devotion, a love unseen.
Its graceful stem a silent plea,
Does your heart hold a space for me?
The scent, a gentle breeze, a whispered sigh,
Hoping someday soon to catch your eye.

A sunflower brightens your desk with glee,
A face turned upwards, seeking only thee.
Its golden rays a beacon in the day,
Admiring your brilliance in every way.
A hidden note tucked within its bloom,
“You are my sunshine, dispelling gloom.”

A cluster of violets, shy and discreet,
Hidden amongst leaves, a love bittersweet.
Their modest fragrance, a secret untold,
A love for you, deeper than purest gold.
Will you ever discover the one who cares,
Leaving these violets on your library stairs?

The language of blooms, a silent affair,
A tapestry woven, with love and care.
Each whispered message, a growing desire,
Will you one day uncover the secret fire?
Awaiting your smile, a chance to explain,
The love story written in these floral chains.

-Vedha Singh