By Ms_Demeanour
Date: 19 October 1999

Impatiens

Impatiens ache as I do
For a consummate embrace.
Across a field, the lover waits;
The bee is bid to race.

Impatiens weep, so I do,
At their union incomplete.
They share a bed, their essence joins,
They love, but cannot meet.

In fragrant dreams, they suffer
Beautiful seasons cruel.
They bloom from love so sweet.
They wither from lack of fuel.