As each petal hits the floor it reveals a kiss of death to her core.
Petals do not survive a hurricane’s blast.
Yet she endured every moment as if it were the last.
She loved so genuine and deeply, yet kept herself safe inside.
Beauty rest in her eyes as droplets of hope ease the edge.
Without regret, she breaks free of despair for her love isn’t dead.
Her candle was lit for all to see, she would hide no more her love flowed free.
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