We all admire them in our own way Those Beautiful Blooming Bright Blue Bells in vases. Them Rich Rampant Red Roses scattered in the fields. All of them with such sweet smells Ever rich Ever Enticing Everblooms I put out on the window sill Odorous Ominous Orange Orchids you lay atop that cold tombstone. But like all living things return to the ground Death Devours Dainty Flowers. Wilting wastefully within glass cases, Withering Waning in the wild. For as much as we try As pretty as they may be All flowers die Like the love you promised me.