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I'm not good at love poems, especially not a tragic one. But I had the sudden urge to write this when I plucked a flower from my school garden yesterday... I hope you like it❀

π•­π–‘π–”π–˜π–˜π–”π–’

𝔄𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔒𝔑

𝔄𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔒𝔑 in it's beautiful attire,

𝔄𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔒𝔑 in it's beautiful attire, 𝔖𝔬𝔣𝔱 π”­π”’π”±π”žπ”©π”°,

𝔄𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔒𝔑 in it's beautiful attire, 𝔖𝔬𝔣𝔱 π”­π”’π”±π”žπ”©π”°, tinted with a shy blush.

𝔗π”₯𝔒 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑,

𝔗π”₯𝔒 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑, greedy for its gentle touch,

𝔗π”₯𝔒 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑, greedy for its gentle touch, π”­π”©π”žπ”«π”±π”° π”ž 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰,

𝔗π”₯𝔒 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑, greedy for its gentle touch, π”­π”©π”žπ”«π”±π”° π”ž 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰, on her rosy cheeks.

She 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”žπ”¦π”―,

She 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”žπ”¦π”―, with her floral fragrance.

She 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”žπ”¦π”―, with her floral fragrance. 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒 π”£π”žπ”±π”₯𝔬π”ͺ𝔩𝔒𝔰𝔰,

She 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”žπ”¦π”―, with her floral fragrance. 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒 π”£π”žπ”±π”₯𝔬π”ͺ𝔩𝔒𝔰𝔰, unlike any other.

They π”‘π”žπ”«π” π”’ π”Ÿπ”©π”¦π”°π”°π”£π”²π”©π”©π”Ά,

They π”‘π”žπ”«π” π”’ π”Ÿπ”©π”¦π”°π”°π”£π”²π”©π”©π”Ά, to their heart's content.

They π”‘π”žπ”«π” π”’ π”Ÿπ”©π”¦π”°π”°π”£π”²π”©π”©π”Ά, to their heart's content. Under 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔲𝔫'𝔰,

They π”‘π”žπ”«π” π”’ π”Ÿπ”©π”¦π”°π”°π”£π”²π”©π”©π”Ά, to their heart's content. Under 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔲𝔫'𝔰, warm comfort.

Until 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔢 π” π”žπ”ͺ𝔒,

Until 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔢 π” π”žπ”ͺ𝔒, and plucked her delicate petals.

Until 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔢 π” π”žπ”ͺ𝔒, and plucked her delicate petals. π”ˆπ”«π”³π”¦π”¬π”²π”°

Until 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔢 π” π”žπ”ͺ𝔒, and plucked her delicate petals. π”ˆπ”«π”³π”¦π”¬π”²π”° of her blooming beauty and joy.

The 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑 𝔀𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔰,

The 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑 𝔀𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔰, for his lost beloved.

The 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑 𝔀𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔰, for his lost beloved. The π”«π”žπ”±π”²π”―π”’ 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 π”ͺ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰,

The 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔑 𝔀𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔰, for his lost beloved. The π”«π”žπ”±π”²π”―π”’ 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 π”ͺ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰, their tragic end.

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