Today while we walked,
I saw a flower
and I wanted
to give it to you.
But when I touched it
the petals fell,
crumbling to the ground.
How sad it is
that the flower was broken
only with my touch!
Like you, so beautiful,
so innocent,
so fragile in the wind,
full of misery and pain
just because of me.
You never knew
that when you let me touch you
your petals would fall down
crumbling to the ground.
The flower might live
but those petals will die.
Maybe with time and sun
new petals will come,
as beautiful as the first,
but those petals that I wanted
to give to you,
those petals have died.