YOUR PETALS WERE SOFT YOUR LEAVES WERE STERN

Your petals were soft
Your leaves were stern
You were known
for all the men you'd spurned.

Your black-framed glasses
perched upon your nose
with more inviction in them
than Robin-Hood's bow.

You didn't steal from the rich
You didn't steal from the poor
You just buried yourself in your book,
sequestered yourself from others,
and shut yourself off
from the world.

You were a white horse
on an open plain
stretching your freedom
and shaking your mane.

The world's civilization
didn't have your attention
they had their own cares
and you had your own convention.

You had a thunder in your heart,
but it was a quiet thunder,
because your personality
was alabaster.