His Lifeless Beloved

love is about appreciation not possession.

He was walking
by a garden of
beautiful and colorful flowers
in full bloom.

He saw her,
dancing innocently
with the cool
morning breeze.

He was enticed,
with her captivating eyes
flush cheek and
tempting full lips.

He reached out
to her with his
intoxicatingly handsome face
and warm hands.

Their eyes met
and they fell
to a black hole of
confusion.



But he made the wrong decision.

...

He plucked her out from the soil...
and she lay on his palms...
...
unmoving
...
unblinking
...
pale
...
and
...
lifeless.


And he cried,
but no tears
was as sweet
as her petrichor scent.

Author's Note

I was just reading random stories when this thing popped in my head. It's not something thoroughly thought, I just wrote it the moment it popped. One of my few love related popcorns. XD
Hope you enjoy this one.