#this one requires far too much knowledge about pansies or heartseas

[lickthecowhappy]

The Southern Pansy

A sonnet.

So grows the pansy; beauty bathed in light. His countenance pious humility. Sought by tempting ebony wings in flight to rest beside him in tranquility.

So grows the pansy; gazing at the skies from whence his object of desire fell. What suffering for golden yellow eyes, whose essence on those eyes hath cast a spell.

So grows the pansy; symbol now of thought; the ever faithful partner of free will. For life and love he sacrificed and fought. For life and love his heart and eyes cry still. That all creation sees the love he shows, along the garden path the pansy grows.

This one is for @adverbian who makes me want to be a better poet.

Read more of my work here. This poem is also available on AO3.