Angels & Dandelions

I will
Dismay you with dandelions
Adrift around your face
As if you were some woebegotten saint 
Surprised by torment as least as much as benediction
Too far, you say
A weed by any other name
Will still defeat
Your more refin├ęd Eden
But
How they gentling fall and cling 
To your hair and lips and brow
As if angels in their sorrow
Humbly kissed