(clily) A flower to kiss The flower yet to be flowering So cute but not cluttering In the bowl, the flower is the sent The yet beautiful but greatly cute The flower, flowering a glory Then, now the smell is the sent Glory, glory is the name The rose flower standing amiss The rose flower that tantalises In the midst of the green garden Such a light in the natural eyes The golden eyes sparking In the flower, so flowered In the flower, yet to kiss So eyes get the truth