Gifts

Arrangements made
On the sly,
Purple irises in a bunch.

“My own!
I want to see your smile again!”
And a-plotting does he go.

A broken vase of a woman
Cries, overwhelmed with fears.
“My Love, my own!”

You whisper to my heart,

“Fear nothing, fear not!
For I am yours. For I protect you.
And no present

From my heart
Will fail you,
My Empress.

Do you accept?”
And, terrified but trusting,
I say yes.