Sweet Flora by Sptfyr

Flora
Originally titled "Lily" I wrote this at 15.  I knew nothing of flowers or poetry; only that it was supposed to rhyme. I got an A+ for this which was the beginning of my love for poetry.
Here is the original:

Lily

She waited and waited
and found no mate
to spread her seed
across the land.
Now, winter has come
and time has passed.
The messenger came
to her at last.
But, he was too late
to be her mate.
As time went by,
she passed.

Now the rewrite: (new name)

Sweet Flora

Lovers flit from flower to flower
ignoring flora's lusty dower.
So, there she would wait, a lovely sight
wishing for her lover to alight
and spread her seed with April showers.

She watches from her lofty bower
as Spring succumbs to Summer's power.
but sees no messengers in their flight.
As Summer's sun begins to cower
sweet Flora does mourn her endless plight.

She dreams of Autum's belated knight
arriving at the perfect hour
to stroke the nub within her flower
with fluttering wings that can excite
bringing her joy and complete delight.

As Autumn departs without a fight
her lover arrived upon the site
where love did wait and love did scour
for one to bare her lusty dower
His heart was so sad, he felt contrite.

For, lovely petals that once were bright;
body wilted, her scent devoured
as he sought natures perfect flower.
But, he was too late to be her knight;
sweet Flora did die from Winter's bite.