A man saw a flower
and said : it's a marigold
he didn't find her in the name
  he  smelled her
but she wasn't in the smell .
he picked her, held  her and  squeezed
her with  a sweaty hand
..he couldn't' find her in  the touch.
he walked thinking it's a marigold
..without knowing   he  ripped her  into pieces
she wasn't in the petals .
he thought of his only love
he ripped her a part
to find her heart
when he walks alone
he feels her fragrance in the mist