Lilac, my cherished dear, so tender,
Embracing my heart, sweet surrender,
Yet shadows lurk within, veiled and sly,
Beneath His skies, darkness, nails to the sky.
Amidst the blend of purple and white,
Two realms entwine in day and night,
Their fusion, my pulse gently ebbs,
A nameless dread, beneath the surface, treads.
I yearn for daffodils dressed in lilac attire,
Whispers in the breeze, delicate, inspire,
Yet those whispers twist into mournful moans,
In lilac's bloom, my sanity atones.
I paint my fingers with lilac's fragrant trance,
But they turn azure in this solemn space,
A frigid touch constricts my very soul,
Shall I cleanse it or let shadows take control?
Fates entwined, so beautiful, so true,
You were an enigma, a vivid blue,
Not lilac, but something profoundly askew,
In your presence, my world plunged into darkness anew.