Tulips amongst the Forget-me-nots

Tossing turban style contours, with an aloofness as one passes by,
Utilizing every charm it possesses, under a lupin blue cloudless sky,
Like a guardsman, gallantly standing, holding up his noble head high,
In rainbow colours, brilliant and stately, a vision to surely yield a sigh,
Ponder thus upon the regal tulip, it has pure beauty, you cannot deny.                         

Ernestine Northover

You and I have made it
We cried and hit and fought
But through it all I've fallen
So please love, forget me not.

Annie Heller