Lisianthus, your beauty unfolds. Your cups of ruffles soften my gaze. I wonder at your beauty. How long will it last? Above your pink heads, the promise of more buds to unfold. Each day I check your beauty. Today the buds are wilting. I check the water in the vase. Enough but still the fading begins. Must I cut off the beautiful flowers to let the buds unfold? This is my dilemma today. To mar the beauty before me for the wish of more beauty tomorrow.