The bud blossomed into a lovely rose.
It's petals bloomed to mellow joy.
In the world of fairy godmothers and princess,
for her the flower was her grand pride.
Without a note of farewell the flower had gone down,
and wept her heart at the sight of the dead rose.
Though words of sympathy were conveyed,
nothing could heal her faint core.
A bouquet of flowers greeted her the next day,
but not a single rose to replace her lost possession.
As time flew she moved towards the world today.
The rose which was an agony in her once frail heart
had now lost its existence within her...