From the land of hoi polloi, Walked out my lady, She meandered nubivagantly, While lost in the whispers of lavender, She stumbled upon a chimerical land. It was the frondescene season, While florescence opened up my beautiful flowerettes, A few stayed as ferns, While she walked down the lane of twilight cypress The serendipity succulent blessed her, & the feeling of apricity grew as she moved closer to this dazzling floret. In a world full of boutonniere flowers, she had found her Créme da le Créme, La belle époque sung in symphony as she moved closer towards him, The world stood still to witness this kaleidoscope of unexpected, As no one could have ever found this rare chef-d'œuvre, For my lady was the one to find & love her beloved "Créme da le Créme". ~ Anuradha Tibile