Played

It is a poem anonymously dedicated to the girl I once loved.

I found a white flower:
Adored by royalty,
had a rose's beauty
and symbolized absolute power.

It's petals so soft and smooth,
and fragrance eternally sweet;
Like a crusader's mission,
it brought forth my passion
and showed no sign of deceit.

But after a month (or three),
It desired to be set free.

Slowly creeping up the wall -
continuously blossoming,
still very much enticing -
until it reached the majestic sol.

Of such a flower,
so strong and willed,
continued to grow and prosper.
After a while, wishes fulfilled,
It lived with another founder.