The lover entered the matrimonial paradise
She gazed at the partial empty void
She smelt his absence that would forever lust
Her ring finger twitched and her eyes stared at a flower

She stood a long surreal moment of disbelief
The flower dazzled with its morning fresh glow
Innocently awaiting its burial by the brutal shift of the sun
She on the other hand would save the blameless flower

Hot boiling blood evaporated within her veins
They condensed in her heart and stung like a beast
She would forever curse the beauty of a flower that only flowers
She would forever upload the flowers beauty in her perpetual breast

Time was ticking
Thresholds of the flower were giving up
It dazzled all she needed was to hold it, tender it and sniff it
Her lover left her whole, only her ring finger had lost shape

She moved towards the immaculate
She took it in her hands and marveled at its magnificence
The beauty that will be floppy in time
The beauty that will be sucked dry like her glamorous body

The closer she got, she was the flower and the flower was her
The lover left the flower, the flower was still pushing new petals
She wanted to read the lover’s message
She closed her eyes sprinkled her soul with smiles

She sniffed the first drop of its fragrance
The magic travelled through tunnels of her nostrils
Through the bumpy ride, traffic jam, long ques, the magic survived
The magic hit the brain which to her it was a matter of microseconds

She closed her eyes
Her pineal gland whitened the canvas
She begun the ritual of beauty
The fragrance spoke and the writing was on the canvas

“Beauty isn’t a mare feeling, it’s the order of the cosmos
Flowers wither for they want to remind us of importance of vanities
Vanities have developed cities vanities have imitated nature
Beauty is symmetrical, geometrical beauty is physically in flux
But essentially beauty makes no change it forever support those who feel it”

She breathed through the ritual and the canvas was archived
She sniffed the last drop of the dying flower
The weak magic took longer to travel the 100 million microsecond journey
She held on to faith maybe she was looking for too much

She sat there waiting for the miracle of this weak magic
The petals of the flower had grown into death
She knew she had to push
She begun to pray for the thing that her cruel lover left her

Tears dripped all over her soul
The magic was soon becoming a confused chemical
Her immunity had already sent soldiers to destroy it at once
Her prayer sent, soldiers sent the magic crawling to victory

Before the soldiers caught the magic
One of its legs had stepped onto the finishing line
Tradition allows that to pass, the soldiers retreated
The prayer was still in transit

The magic had hit the brain but the prayer was in transit
Her lover had left her the flower that dies; her heart wanted to save
Her lover had left a ritual she thought would reunite
Her brain would be damaged in a few seconds before completion

She could not send another prayer for her redemption
She forever wanted beauty and she was giving her life
She remembered many of her unanswered prayers
Maybe if she had sniffed the flower a bit earlier or maybe not

Her lover left her a flower and she forever held it in her hands
Her prayer never went through but her soul left
Her soul became the dream of her lover
She forever flowers in the beauty of every woman