THE LILY POND MUSE

By AI-ChatGPT4o/Gencraft-T.Chr.-Human Synthesis-28 Dec. 2024

Among the lilies, soft and still,
She waits with a heart the world cannot fill.
Her gaze, a question cast afar,
A wish upon a falling star.

The pond reflects her quiet plea,
A yearning deep as the endless sea.
The blooms around her gently sigh,
As if they, too, ask the heavens why.

Her hands rest lightly on her knee,
Yet tremble with dreams of what could be.
A love that whispers, fierce and true,
To mend her soul and paint life anew.

The wind carries her soft despair,
A melody woven in evening air.
She leans to the ripples, seeking a sign,
Hoping love’s path will one day align.

Oh, heart adrift in the lily’s embrace,
Do not despair, for time keeps pace.
For even in longing, beauty is found,
As love searches, circling round.

Stay steadfast, lady, in your quest,
For love will find you, and you’ll be blessed.