He wanders off… leaving her all alone
She blossoms and yet withers away so soon
Dwindling into zilch, flouting down
And hitherto on her temple there was not a frown
Tears scaled her apart, nevertheless on her face
Was pasted a smile so striking
She lay there all wilted
And her eyes opened to the hop of her two buds
Her buds ready to thrive
Furthermore could she let them shrink away?
She rose every day and then
One day slowly she slid away
Lifeless and wilted yet on her face
Was a beam of the divine!