Colin F. Jones

EVERY FLOWER

Every flower has a colour,
Every stone and every rock;
Every bee is like another,
Every sheep part of a flock.
Hey! What man doth not inquire
Of woman’s beauty with his eyes,
And often with a fond desire
That one who loves him might despise!!
Lie to yourself and mock the morning,
Deny your thoughts and lengthen night,
Suspicion rises with the dawning,
Of the shadows in the light.
And this I write as a fair warning,
Truth may not be, as lies, polite!