Realized did I?
regarding what you hide
in those pearls pitch dark,
that captivate my senses and does not speak to me?
Initiated am I?
to appreciate the beauty of a cotton flower
that wraps us with a ribbon of simple percipience,
and yet we are free to turn with our senses.
Thinking am I?
About the scent of the simple flower petals, and cry of the cats,
I understand now that important emotions,
Lie in silly details.
Complex yet so simple!
would I be justified to call myself
A Swain of your subtleness