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When the last petal falls.
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In the winter weather the wind and snow mocked,
As two strangers found their scarves interlocked.
Their bright smiles and red cheeks,
Is the reason they met for coffee that week.
He didn’t get her lilies for their anniversary,
Peons is what he bought for such a beauty.
His beautiful love found lilies just too awful,
Because they reminded her of her mother’s funeral.
Peons where on the floor when they bought their first house,
And Peons covered her white dress when she became his spouse.
Throughout the years their house smelled of peons,
And being with each other was something they wanted for aeons.
Winter came, and so did her first cough,
Months passed and his love getting better seemed far-off.
He stayed by her bedside, till the last petal fell,
That’s when she told him, darling I won’t get well.
He kissed her forehead and told her she would,
She brushed away his tear, she knew the unlikelihood.
He knew she was saying goodbye,
holding her small hands he would cry.
And everytime he broke a little more inside.
She was his heart and soul, his bride.
That year he bought her lilies.
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When the last petal falls.
PoetryWhen the last petal falls, is a short story of how flowers can be so beautiful and painful at the same time.
