Flawlessness

Blossom, once lost its flair, its petal.

Was forbidding hope of acceptance, from heart.

Yet it pursued out, through the fettle.

Besides, essayed to let this vile smear apart.

Glint of moon, was halted by the blob.

It despaired, its cherish from peeps.

Yet it fancied, their sight it would rob.

Besides, the core of its soul still weeps!

Gaffe once hunted human's gaiety.

With fear of being jibed by man's tetrad, it put bliss in the pillow and yelped.

It sequels being thrashed by woe, and anxiety.

Why didn't its soul drank this flaw poison in glee, and let his smile melt?

Fault once questioned, gravity of its is why not known. 

Yet it's extant in spirits of all, why only to the man it is grim?

It came to expound resilience, to let an ethereal floret bloom from the seed sown.

But to the mankind, why its presence seems dim?