His kisses were long and soft.
They were softer than the carnations he got her everyday.

But Alas ! Those kisses were false and those carnations were imaginary.
She looked at the watch as she tallied the last account for the day.

His existence was unknown and their love was unfound. She removed his picture which she had lovingly pinned on the wall.

Heavens cry and clouds sing,
She got the prince but she lost the ring.

They never found his dead body.
She still remembers how he chose the carnations for their wedding reception.