Amidst the splurging abundance of colours,

She stood like a beacon of immaculate beauty.

The crimson rose with it's sweet perfume,

Or the Daffodil with all its merry vibrance,

Or the alluring, ever fragrant Lavenders,

Had nothing to her tranquil elegance.

The cluster of flowers swayed to
the melody of a zephyr,

Paying homage to the virtuous maiden that they environed,

Who, though not a flower like them,

Embodied such exquisite grace of body and soul.

The title translates to ' Not a flower' . I got this idea from a story 'By Grace' by MaiChaos that is here on Wattpad. In the story, this is the name of a painting that depicts, a girl surrounded by flowers.