The Peace Lily - My first attempt at poetry

This is very much the first time I wrote a poem, inspired by a very very important person in my life :)

The Peace Lily


'Twas a flower,
A peace lily, caught in the passing storm,
Tossed around with the storm's ever growing power,
In mid air did it hover,
Till it started losing its form.

The storm came to pass,
And the lily fell back to the earth, torn,
Lost amidst the rubble and mass,
Of a desolate landscape, uprooted trees and pulled up grass,
Thirsting for a breath of new life, tired and forlorn.

And along came a fair maiden,
Lost amidst the destruction, saddened and weary,
For she had survived the worst, but now carried the burden,
Of rebuilding her life which was once laden,
With riches and happiness, but was now devoid of hope, and dreary.

Through the rubble she went,
Searching for some sign of life, loosing hope all the while,
And come across did she on the lily, broken and bent,
Roots pulled out, its will to live completely spent,
She picked up the lily, tears in her eyes, and whispered, you are mine.

So she took the lily with her,
And gently put it in a pot by her window sill,
Loved it, nurtured it, giving it sunlight and water,
Till it became whole again, became better,
And they live happily together to this very day, loving each other still.