Wild Violet

I had failed to appreciate

Her fresh lovely and sweet, 

I came but I did not greet,

I left like we never met.

Yet despite I did not care, 

Purple smiles were always there,

Flirting me to come back near, 

Her fruits I did discover.

Although I would never eat,

Hers fruits I used to harvest, 

They looked like small black bullets,

Which were explosive when wet.

I was young when I saw her, 

Some joyful moment we shared, 

With some sprinkles of water,

Little surprises appear.