A Discarded Bouquet.

Who can tell how they came to be?

A run to, became flee?

A lover’s lost?

An overwhelming, cost?

Perfect Lillie’s who can say?

Love, that became lost along the way?

A proposition denied?

A lover that lied?

Did they belong at a grave side?

Or perhaps for a mother who cried?

A heart breaking fight?

Sympathy for a plight?

Discarded Lillie’s all alone,

Placed or perhaps thrown?

Wither and wilt, wash away,

A beautiful secret, they will stay.