The Moonflower

I had always thought that I was a wilted floweret
With no roots to bear the sunshine.
I was unaware of my own self and was despondent,
Forlorn, low-spirited with none to abstain.
One fine day, as though the full moon shone,
You coruscated over me and the moment I apprehended,
That I was a moon flower, exclusive and lone;
Made only to unfurl for you, born for you, my Overlord.

Dedicated to my beloved..