A crystal palace to hold the sun's rays, Nurturing life in a protective embrace. Whatever the season, I grow in private, But too much of my gases might change your climate.

So you didn't quite grasp it, A riddle or clue, And it made you see red, So you painted it blue, Before you let loose my arrow, Hold on, think it through, Not everything made, Can be made just for you

A sky's soft glow Or a Zone in a show Between day and dark Also a unicorn with spark

A beautiful flower, velvety petals, given by lovers to show affection. There is only one detail, a bane to your fingers, that deters it from simple perfection.

A quick dance of blades, a whisper through fabric, leaving behind a mark that speaks more than it says.