She was abeautiful petal
and I, adull sepal.
Together, we made abeautiful flower to see
and in the garden of life we were love by every bee.

But then she riped into a sweet apple
devoured by every beast
and I was scotched from toe to temple
by the sun that rose from the east.

And our destinies rode astray
Each going it's own way
but in my heart I hoped their was remnants of her,
remants in form of seeds.
And I , the wind blew me not so far,
because I was amongst the sprouting weeds.

I knew one day she will fall to the ground
Where I have been rotting safe and sound
And I knew my efforts will not be futile
To make the soil fertile

For her seeds to sprout to life
and END what has been our strife.