My darling, when you cry, weep not for me, but for the love in your midst that you purposely refused to acknowledge.
You dance before kings and men of the night while believing yourself to be more prestigious than someone adorned with simplicity or residing in poverty.
Every woman was born for the desires of love, but sadly, only a few can separate its true meaning from the material lust of this world.
In puzzlement, I behold the vision of you blessing an infant flower with the kindness of water, but foolishly sharing the mystery of your perfumed veil with an intoxicated stranger.
Probe into my heart and you will find the kind of faithfulness every lover dreams of beneath the timeless sovereignty of love.
Lady Flower, cry not for me, but for the beauty of love that has passed you by…just like the soothing winds between your fingertips.
Darling, cry not for me, for I will soon be on my way to find and nurture an empty heart searching for a sweet and precious love like mine.