A Poem for Shequila

Just like the flower 
that does not bloom in spring
no purity is lost
the beauty there still remains
tucked away in that special place
safe and secure from the world

though the world could not see
my eyes were gifted with sight
for a time she honored me
with her true self

I saw it
her spirit; a vibrant hue 
that few have ever seen

such a special flower
I watched her grow
and change
and become more
more than just the seed that was planted

she touched me
showed me the magic that 
that had grown from that blessed seed

and now that her winter has come
I will remember springtime
the purity, the beauty,and the magic