Lily of the valley

My lily of the valley
So tenderly does droop
Prettily she conquers
As gently she stoops

I captured invisible fairies
Under her bell shaped caps
Snowy white and Rosy hued
As their slender wands they tap

Tap tap against the green veins
Of lustrous dewy leaves
The droplets are a flying
From invisible cupid lips.

As they trill with laughter
And from lily vines entwine
A throne, a crown a basket
Of verdure so divine.

Oh! my  lily of the valley
So delicately fragile
Hanging heads, like Christmas bells
I shall kiss you with a smile.

Keep on your caps
My bashful belles,
So timorous you sway!
I shan't tie you in a posy,
Nor shall take you away.

But leave god's adornments
Where they suit best
Nor tamper with heaven's deathly nest
Of scarlet berries, fruitful fatal parts,
Never meant for human hearts.

Enchanting lady of the  deathly night
Soft fleshy pink and ghastly white
I will not miss what I hold so dear,
Such fragrance have I learnt to fear.

Blossoming pain of hallowed Madonna
Who could hardly bear to see
Her bleeding son, gift of God above
Come to set mankind free

Sent to earth to comfort a mother's heart
Each drop she shed a flower
None can pluck sweetest lily bud
Each, a weeping woman's tear.

How can I trifle or try to take?
The corrosive tears of Eve's heartbreak.
Remain always demure in diffident dreams
lily of the valley  in muted hues of cream
Delicate, chaste and pure, you bow your head
Till the Lamb returns,
A Lion from the dead.

And mother's heart once more
Shall be renewed
By precious lilies on wreath
Of thorns imbued.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017