I went to a garden

where I saw a maiden

so pleasing and lovely,

I was captivated by her beauty.

As she caught me staring at her,

a smile so sweet crept on her face

and so suddenly, she handed me

a darkish wilted flower

"Where did you come from?" I asked her

her eyes examining mine

"This garden is my home," she replied.

bewildered by her answer,

I looked at the flower locked in my hand

there I saw a small piece of paper-a letter

"Water me, keep me and love me."

Shocked by the letter's appearance,

the maiden was nowhere to be found

all I had was the little remnant,

and the memory of her,

smiling at me, so heavenly.