I wanted pretty lilacs and orchids I
Could sway away in lakes but
You wanted big red roses with
Thorns that paint my hands
In the colours of deep crimson reds.
I wanted exquisite nets, and chiffons
And silks, but you
Like polyesters and cottons and threads
Entwined with golds and beads in steps.
I wanted a dark maroon, or a
Beautiful mauve, yet you gave me
Peaches and lime and a kind of
Green I could never really explain.
I wanted grapes and mangoes
We could eat on a hot summer’s day but
You gave me melons
And pears that were far too big for
My fragile hands to hold and share.
When I wanted you, and solely you
You gave me everything else instead.