My paradigm

Only they can pen jolly
Who can submit to his heart.
I can afford no such folly,
For many a secret might be persuaded by words
A few past memories, the incessasant fall,
The occasional Spring and Summer warmth or may be all


If I had to let it be known,
My existence questioned, truth be shown?
Let the flower bloom sheltered away from the world brutal
They are mine alone. Pain or joy, simply beautiful!