Pome

A man through Highland glen wandered,
His gaze upon a striking bloom did rest;
Entranced with her transparency,
He stood a while transfixed.

She'd ne'er a lover's eye beheld,
And seeing him enraptured so
Did yearn for him to prove his love
Full knowing what the cost might show.

He leant in close, drew vibrant breath
His nostrils filled with scent divine
And yet he knew were he to pluck
This wholesome sprite from whence she grew
her lustre he would taint
His conscience ever moved.

And so, in all respect and love he left her there
Upon the hill to bask in light of heaven's eye.

The same path would he choose again,
Upon that rugged, bleak terrain
To realize the way for him
Was to delight in her magnificence.

For in the nurture of her makers' care,
And of this the man was ever sure:
Her radiance enhanced tenfold
The longer did he her grace behold.