Answer:
What has a bottom right at the top?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?