He is my emblem of love,
Affectionate,
White morals,
Tinged with palest of pink petals
Supported by strong stem of a man
Sadly,
He was never promised to be mine a second longer than his bloom.
So if tomorrow I awake,
To find a fleeting pink carpet of your petals laying at my feet,
Just know that
Like the coming of spring,
You represented new life to me
And watching you bloom this last year,
Was as spectacular as watching a Japanese Cheery Tree blossom.
Hayat Magan
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