Sour Flower

A 100 words 

A 1000 rhymes,

And I am still here

With the passing time.

Still standing there with 

A flower in my hand,

Waiting her to be a part

Of my dreamland.

I know I have told this 

Bliss so often,

But my spring needs 

Her autumn.

She's a bee 

To my flower,

With her sweet

Is my sour.

My first and last wish 

Is her and me forever,

But I think life has plans

Near to never!!