If I were to offer you a flower

Thine blue above the green

shatters my mind

for ’tis clear

in both hue and depth

and clear

to me how much of an ugliness

there is below you

and yet so much beauty

but none so enchanting as thine vision

for ’tis the convergence of shadows

which thine benevolence creates

where the ugliness is born

and yet also the beauty of dark rapture

but none so thunderous as thine storms

If I were to offer you a flower

in what language would you respond?