A beautiful flower
Once stood tall and proud
Floating through the air
With the love she had found
Soon shall be wilting
With every tear she has cried
For the true love she had
Suddenly died
As her colors change
And each petal falls
Out to him
Her heart calls
For at last she had found
A love strong and true
Now she weeps
No more to hear, "I love you"
Now left to stand
All by herself
With nothing left to do
But put her heart up on a shelf
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