Tears of Dew

In paradise, two flowers of a pot.

One's petals, yellow and blue, stem at pose.

Her beauty, non didn't walk, withouth being caught,

by the sight of beauty, next to the rose.

The rose, with many painful torns he grew.

If thy hand tries to touch, he'd protect his flower.

So she'd be still here, threw many a sad dew.

Tears not of petal, only the dew that showers.

None pick thy yellow flower, thorns be in hand.

Thy protective devil, still keeps his mate.

One day, rose's soil was soon placed by sand.

But not thine yellow, still with-holding her fate.

With yet another yellow, taken by place

Thy couple, now bath in thy sunlit home.

While above, thy dew of the rose, full on his face

His wilt of sadness, not described in poems

He Allows thy petals to fall, to touch hist belove

Thy yellow blue flower, lookng up see's a passing

Red petals falling, recongnizable looking above

Petals form up the soil, still massing.

Thy yellow flowers, ingnore and start anew

Not carring about thy red petals, full of dew.