Romantic poems · 9/10
Colorful Flower
How hard it is to masterwhat one feels without cease.How hard it is to decipherthe moment everything begins to change.I held a crystal in my hands;it held everything—even salt.Through it I gazed without peace,looking forward and also back.That was how I saw,how I came to discoverthe most colorful flower,the most fragrant of all.In those days I could not hearanything that surrounded me.Then suddenly everything began to sound;melodies could be enjoyed once more.The flower, so colorful, so fragrant,seemed hand-embroidered into the landscape.The rain eagerly soaked her petals,but nothing at all could dim her beauty.The rain grew bored and drifted away;a ray of sunlight illuminated the flower.The wind became a breeze and hurried on—she needed it no longer, only my caresses.I drew close to heras a star began to rise.I sat beside herand laughed at the past.Melodies sounded, hearts danced;they embraced, they kissed, they celebrated joy.Twilight caught up with themas love made them drunk.Everything became crystal clear;I no longer needed that salt-laden glass.I cast it to the winds,and in a single instant it disappeared.Then I told the flowerwhat her color meant to me,what her fragrance stirred in me,and, of course, her delicious taste.I urged her to look at the sky,for it imitated her, jealous of her glow.Twilight was arriving,its color taking shape.All the other flowers strainedand envied her fragrance.They were beautiful, and they knew it,but for me only one existed.The breeze took advantage,carrying the taste of the sea.It slipped between my sighs,yet nothing erased the taste of her.Sadly, the moment came;I had to say goodbye in sorrow.We would not see each other again—that was the hardest truth to know.She said that she would miss me,and my joy made me sing.She did not seem to understandwhat had made me so glad.I told her how much I loved her;she answered me in sighs.I said: How could I not rejoice?For no one can miss without loving.Her color deepened,the sunset glowing behind her.Not one word had been too much,for she is all of that—and so much more.
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