Fuchsia, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

FuchsiaYoung Pensive Woman Turned to the Left, Edgar Maxence (1900)

Fuchsia

Dare not interrupt your reflective thought
But wondering where is it you may be
Is it a deeply felt love gone for naught
Or in distant land beyond mighty sea

To me your choice to be another place
Could be easily taken by trade winds
Where dangling fuchsia every garden lace
Afar land of dreams which no one rescinds

Have traveled to place of exotic dreams
Palm trees sway softly in time with the waves
Clear water filling silent moving streams
With endless beauty your heart it enslaves

Advice I give, book passage right away
If it is love you seek, waste not a day