You looked like a perennial, strong geranium
blooming each year when it is the right time
you endured the cold and were all green and bright  
even under a thick layer of grime
there were always cherry-colored, ruby-red flowers that rhyme

Apparently, it turned out that you were a delicate poppy
disappearing suddenly when the spring is over
hard to find like a four-leafed clover
with the change of the wind other plants have taken over
so the cherries were all rancid and the ruby has been broken

like my heart in pieces
stabbed by the ruby shards