Magnificent blooms, splendid whorls,

United and determined, a clump of pearls.

Mauve and gold, indigo and silver,

Quadriptych buds, demure and bewildered.

Lies near a hilltop,

Enclosed by verdant crops.

The humble lilac, yearns, never learns,

Keeps asking the same query, forever burns.

In the raging snows, it already knows,

But do tell me, o' queen of ethereal glows,

Do you still, love it so?