My Flower of the Forest.

She dwelled in the forest, where she belonged, where she was free and happy. I glimpsed her there, among the trees, and my heart was lost. Her hair was like a flame, burning bright in the sun, but soft and gentle in the shade. Her eyes were like emeralds, piercing and captivating. Her face was like a flower, delicate and lovely, and I longed to kiss her petals, to unleash a firestorm of passion.

Her cloak was like the leaves, blending with the green, but also stirring my curiosity. I spoke to her, and her voice was like a song, soothing and enchanting. Her name, Flower, and it suited her well. She imprinted herself on my soul, a vision that never faded.

I cherished that day, replayed it in my mind, wondered if it could have been any better. But it was the only day I had with her. I searched for her, again and again, but she was gone. I grew old, but I never loved another.

She was incomparable, irreplaceable. I will love her till I die.

Art From @random_flower