Love in the Mist - a Roundel 2nd draft

Love in a mist, the adoptees’ flower
Often born of careless tryst
Blooms on beneath the shaded bower,
Love in a mist.

And yet to some they don’t exist
Lost to the single focussed plough
Of the legislated nihilist.

Yet never will these petals cower
They will forever coexist, under government's heavy fist
In open fields they seize their power,
Love in a mist.