The flower

I awake covered in a heady enamor  
And hurried steps to the garden drear  
Before great light, in morning ere  
When blurs in vision perceive as clear
 
I gazed the flower in the midst so fair,  
That shy belle beautiful over there,  
And to love the colorful I had ne'er  
Wished to dream and in Agape so bare.
 
She swayed in the wind though unwillingly,  
And it adorned her well I do agree.
And though unlike the lilies to me,  
Still, beautiful, more than eyes can see.
 
I scorned with a smile, the wild blossom  
Amid the lilies here also fair  
The change in me, I feel, I'm aware  
I admire the flower so shy and rare.