Bitter Truth

In the garden of love, 

A single bloom is tended with devotion,

Its delicate petals unfolding like the chapters of a lifelong tale.

Yet, 

As seasons change and winds whisper secrets, 
The gaze wanders to distant landscapes, 
Where vibrant hues and sweet fragrances weave a fleeting spell, 

A tantalizing dance of what could be,

A moment's surrender to the allure of the unknown.