Love, or the lilies

[busker]

Love, or the lilies

I saw your face:
a faint white glimmer 
shone on the poems
I wrote in a room
above Fenchurch station.
 
When the heart was a hatter
driven mad by the natter 
of songbirds in June,

was it love, or the lilies
of a smoke blue summer, 
full sycamore branches,
the gardens in bloom?

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This is bad.
Cliche ridden.
Ignore.

[TranquillityBase]

I'm going to respectfully disagree.  I'll put away my praise since you've asked us to ignore it.

[Quixilated]

I second TQB’s comment. Lovely poem, no disclaimer needed. You always have such a pleasant way of weaving your rhythm and rhyme together.