The single lily

 Never shouts its class
a specimen  
the vase so slender as her dress
written in the fate that plucked  
a hand to touch it's tender stem
so unabashed the beauty  
sham virgin sprouting from the corm
 could dirt or weeds and shame deform
bring sophisticate and class  
 the aloof, demeaned pizazz
 always purchased never bought
clothed with all of natures style
the simple ever catch the eye
virile  
in the never of naive  
could you would you  
 be the bee to settle on the stigma
chance your arm with that enigma
returning relentlessly to suck
ever was that flower bleached
but with venom leave you scarred
 Tiger Lily's love so hard