Withering Flower

I would rather see a flower bloom, than seeing it die.

In the world of Roses, I was chasing a Wildflower.

Unknown, unnamed.

A warm, Sunny day under the Blue sky.

Step by step He walked the distance between us.

Her heart fluttered as the Autumn winds rush.

Was lost in his sun kissed face.

Drowned in his ocean deep gaze.

"Do you like a sunny day or a cloudy day?" He asked.

"A cloudy day," Her glittering eyes murmured.

"Me too", his soul to hers whispered.

The sky turned pink, the time stopped and the world disappeared.

She blushed crimson red, as he pinned a flower in her hair.

The essence of love dispersed in the air. 

A day or a year has passed?

How long will the love last?

The sky turned Blue again.

Was loving a wild flower all in vain.

She ponders holding a wreath .

While he is ten feet beneath.

The petals fall and the tears flow.

How long would you stay below?

She said," I would rather see a flower bloom, than seeing it die." 

Until he whispered in her ears:

" I'd fall to see you bloom again.

The Blue- Blue sky I'd paint pink again."

"I'd embrace you till the last petal falls.

I'd await vanishing like the withering flowers.

Till the pink- pink petals I'd see bloom again"