The Flower Poem by Him Name

in this i see the beauty of my lost serinity she was like the flower a creation of god so wonderful and bright how did she stand to be next to this dark thing you dare call a human she was also not like her in the way she moved man a fall in love maybe this is the reason of her death but she was my life my soul and now she too is gone and i dont know what to said too this so as i stare form my black eyes i see that the tears of the dead have stained the earth with their blackness