When we met on the roads of life, where our paths had crossed… My heart swelled from the warmth of your smile.
To you I pledged my love… my devotion…
I reached for my broken flower, petals ripped and bruised, and gave the blossom to you, a gift of love.
With hands stretched forward, you received my heart… though you tossed it in the wind. I sat… crying… in the shower of color... and my blossom, rejected, danced alone in the shadow of what never was…
Its sorrow rained… telling me everywhere beauty can be found… even in death.

… my poor flower… let us wander together… never again will you part from my protection…

my precious flower… do not die… for I have yet to live…