Some pains never lie,
You can taste them with your eyes,
So honest and unshadowy,
A fallen tulip, lying with its bare body,
All soaked in rainwater, devastated,
Waiting for a mighty breeze to carry it along,
To it’s destined way of heaven.
It’s longing to meet its highness
And please her with its winsomeness ,
Solace her for the rejection of his fiancee,
Though the tulips were tossed high with words of dismay and betrayal,
One among the meanest knew the worth of his highness.
She knew not the conspiracy but only love,
Love that deserved to her highness and the sweetest of all.