Drowning in a sea of sensuous pleasure,
looking only at your prized reflection,
now, forever bound are you
to the side of this mirroring pool.
And though your precious beauty is clear
in life you shunned your lovers
and fell in love with only yourself
with not a single caring thought
of your soul being bound and caught.
And now my little snowy flower
your destiny has been been sealed
whiling away the minutes and hours
dreaming of your own appeal.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg