In Unison.

Prologue: My imagination on the beginnings of genus of a flower.Everything has a love story hidden.

She’s the God’s most beautiful creation

Painted are her petals with tender care and affection

Regal yet genial, she’s a perfect vision. 

Soft and Silky are her features, so delicate is she

As rays of sun bathe her, she savors it dearly

As whiff of fresh air touches her, she dances in glee

But alas! She was not sprinkled with a fragrance

Folks come, maddened by her beauty from a distance

They reach her eagerly, willing to be lost in a trance

As they breathe her in, hits them the terrifying emptiness

As they release their yearning grip, hits her-the nothingness

Left again, after a brief yet passionate courtship, strikes her-sadness

Myriad admirers holding her, on love’s pretext

Embracing one moment yet leaving her at the very next

She was drained from the rejection, she was vexed

But, there was one suitor, a buzzing bee, hidden behind,

He observed her; her every contour was deeply etched in his mind,

He dared not to pursue, for he was nothing, but to him she was love defined

One day, after another rejection, withering in shame, she whimpered

Unable to see her in sadness anymore, he whispered

--his love, vowed her his true love and sweetness he poured

He called to the Gods, pleaded them to make them one

At the Purity of his love, hearts were won

Within her beauty rested his honey, such was the union

All her tears over the years, seemed like a payment so petty

All her lamentations seemed smaller in front of his chivalry

For he sacrificed his whole being for her, dissolved into her softly

Now, she is scented with a pure and exhilarating essence

She sways to the dulcet tones of his love’s presence

And laughs in Sweet blossoms of her fragrance.