My Rarest Gem

By V.Bhuvana Prabha

She is a Middlemist red camellia,

With exquisite folds, each one to be discovered,

Revealing her hidden beauty and flaws.

Her existence is like the most precious gem,

The aroma of her sweetness will never depart.

The vine she flourishes on grows deep in my heart,

The petals of her love and kindness never let me stray.

How pretty and attractive can you grow?

Every morning, you set my soul free.

As the saying goes,

“A flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.”

Now that I see you, that saying tells me everything.

There may be many rare flowers,

But you know who the rarest of them all is.

You could ask a magic mirror, or I could just tell you—

It’s you, my rarest gem, my precious love,

My everything.

By V.Bhuvana Prabha