John William Godward, Summer Flowers (1903)
Summer Flowers, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
You are like this summer flower, so ripe,
Having selected you from the many,
Thinking you could to be my desired type.
Holding you close to my heart with much glee.
As any cut flower you too wilted.
Pressed you in a book, as a memory.
Should have known to be a love so stilted,
To be saved you did never made a plea.
The summer is long, I shall not be mourned.
Will search many gardens so well adorned,
Looking for a new you being forewarned,
Avoiding all who are overadorned.
Stopping to smell many flowers so sweet,
Hoping the true you to happily meet.