My Beloved

Out of a bloom
she came to my side like a thistle down in the wind.

She fluttered into my heart
like a butterfly
unwilling to let go.
She held me strong
in times of woe.
A small smile playing on her lips;
days,
the eternal time spend with her.
Like a leaf that withered down
she drifted away;
Where is she?
Her smile forever lost
out of a bloom
she came to my side like a
thistledown lost in the wind.

                             -Tessy Susan Thomas