I will serve you till I die...

Written for the Pond Poetry Contest.

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Smiling, withering, without a whine,

I will serve you till I die!

Drying, drooping as I sigh,

I wish to join my love so divine.



I am fading without your light to refine,

I hope the rays cross and vie!

Smiling, withering without a whine,

I will serve you till I die!



This is my fate; to endure lying under the steel vulpine,

I will embellish the place with my elegance high,

And will diffuse my fascinating fragrance supply.

To make the paradise glow and shine.

Smiling, withering, without a whine,

I will serve you till I die!