Little zinnia's melancholy

The hapless zesty zinnia sapling overwhelming today by lament of tears...

Thinking of her dearest butterfly mily as she doesn't come to suck nectar from her flowers...

No such day has passed without soulful conversation of ours...

Then what made her today not come to make me cheers...

Did any ambit of threshold I cross.... 

Or she forgot to furnish her onus...

Did my emotion become a dreadful bane to her ...

Or for her my jubilation became a miniscule affair ...

Are these all-encompassing thoughts, just my mind's imagination ...

Or this labyrinth gradually leading me to extinction....