No flower comes close to her beauty more.
None with such a heavenly voice had known,
Nor seen the eyes, it’s hard not to adore.
Never rivaled, or to be badly shown.

Happy she was, when she came to be there;
Hopeless he was, when she came to be near.
Hiding not the love that came from nowhere,
He thinking not how much she would be dear.

At this moment in time it all ended
As the snow changes winter from fall,
Adhering death to that which was splendid,
All went to rest without even a call.

No flower came close to her beauty fair.
If only that flower would somehow care...