HIBISCUS (continuation-finale)

Mirrors the inconsistency in the world of realism,
Elevates the reason beyond imperfections.
Mindful to ponder on romanticism,
Dwells to the changes of different affections.

Reddish like the color of countless hibiscus,
Fragile as the petals of a flower's skin.
Battle of hearts to become ferocious,
To end up in a goal of a sin to win.

Painless and full of hopes to endure,
Like a poet's thoughts that is never ending.
Sweet pumping blink is making a pure,
Justification that love is unending.

The flowers are gone but still so alive,
Memories of a romanticist's sweet deliverance.
Time gets old but still follows to jive,
To the dance of love of and living assurance.

Truth and absolute touch of coalescence,
No one can state how fast is the arrow.
Dying to embrace the continuous essence,
The relief of lament when love defeats sorrow.

Author's Note

This is my winning piece.