A Flower in Bloom
A fleeting dream reveals the sorrowful tale of a flower—proud, beautiful, and painfully naive. As each petal falls, it becomes a story of love’s promises, betrayals, and the fragile hope that remains.
Saw a fleeting dream at night,
Of a flower in bloom,
Delicate and pretty, yet pompous and frail,
Dancing with the wind and talking to the rain,
A proud performer and a shy charmer,
Of the flower in bloom, this is a tale.
It boasted of life, its petals do never fade,
Nor did its leaves ever wilt under sun or hail,
Carefree and joyous, a smile reincarnate,
So it brought near many suitors, but in love it did fail,
Of a naive flower in bloom, this is a tale.
It loved most where it found love,
Even the pollen and the dirt which adorned its skirt,
But wanted it more, so fell prey to a flirt,
Alas\! if only she knew the price,
Alas\! if only she didn't folly thrice,
But of a blind flower in bloom, this is a tale.
For a hand which adored her, she gave her love,
But in mad obsession it did break her stalk,
Broken and violated by her very first love,
But the foolish flower didn't lose it all,
Hoped another would come her way,
Heal her, caress her, make her whole again,
But a folly repeat she made in her choice,
Of this broken flower, this is a tale.
For this new suitor was a master of words,
Spoke what it wished to hear, and cried when it meant to tear,
It poured itself into him, every once and every grain,
Only to get abandoned when it most needed him,
Got played again\! you silly flower, but lesson you didn't learn,
Of this foolish flower, this is a tale.
The third was no better either, even I now feel remorse,
He gave it hope again, maybe all worse was gone,
But a thief he turned out and stole what it loved most,
For a petal he did pluck, and then he was gone,
Broken, betrayed and empty, with all its charms lost,
Of this wilting flower, this is a tale.
Oh\! How you pain me, you pathetic beauty,
If only I could but lend you my hand,
But forced to watch bare, cruel my fate is,
And cruel your life, your emotions and care,
But tell me the answer, of just one question I have,
If a true love does come in your way after all,
Will you but judge him right and do him trust,
Or will he pay the price of the three before,
Or compete with what the three did right?
But alas\! Alas\! For my dream does fade,
And your right to answer it did just take,
A right I did steal and it haunts me to this day,
Of a lost flower, this was a tale...