the flower

have i not  
looked so correctly,  
giving you more  
than a second  
glance,  

speaking your praise  
as i near you,  
each time  
passing your way,  
 
you, once  
stood there proudly,  
your blooms  
blushing  
with compliments,  
 
you, out surpassing  
any imagination,  
but now  
summer has passed,  
 
your time has passed,  
you stand naked,  
losing your crown,  
losing your robe,  
 
and now, none  
see the beauty  
of your once blooms,  
but i,  
i am not blind,  
 
even though age  
has removed thoughts  
from most eyes,  
i still see  
the beauty
that remains
in my memory  
of what  
you were once.