A shy girl?
Oblivious yet sharp?
Innocent or simply sweet?
I thought I could know. Instead
you showed me something new:

Birds bathing in the rain fallen from
the darkest clouds laced with lightning.
Lilies blooming under eternal starlight
bursting through the pale lit snow.
Fire glowing in a statue’s gaze,
burning through an ancient moss.

Like the whisper I’ll never see,
thunder I’ll never smell,
and the rose I’ll never hear

What will you say
when I've plucked
the last petal?