Untimely rain

Untimely Rain,
Brute and melancholy.
You took away my last rose.
My toil and love lay futile.

A rose I'd equaled
to my heart;
With hopes that it would
gift her smile.

Rotting...Rotting to primordial dust.

The music that I,
for the flower, played each dawn,
and the love notes I exchanged.
Into fluid air,
has dissolved.

The bud had arrived
one misty morn.
The hopes of love,
first bloomed....

Jasmines I nurtured
to extinguish it's solitude,
her hair to adorn
and even in death,
to accompany my rose.

The jasmines
droop low to
to bid farewell
and the worker bees
in solemn respect;
encircle,
the fallen rose.

With what then, dear one;
shall I bid farewell?

For the rain,
has plucked
the Rose,
and my soul.