Diane Hine - Ephemeral Bloom (Acrostic Sonnet) lyrics

E ach day in cotton gloves, the artist worked P erfecting gorgeous flowers made of silk H armoniously hued and ever perked E ternal, unlike fresh ones of their ilk M eandering back home 'midst evening gloom E ncounters in a sad neglected park R etiring, non-attention seeking bloom A nd feels a stirring of compa**ion spark L ets dropp her wooly mitt and stoops to touch B eneath the leaves, dropped petals slowly fade L amenting tarnished loveliness nonesuch O bliquely for a moment two lives braid O ff hand there is no purpose for a glove M ortality is tantamount to love.