Natural beauty

The flowers admire the growth of our love, watching from a distance and waking in fear as the pain of rain threatens one and not the other, for the other is at risk of much much more, the fire of bliss and the smoke of ignorance, choking at each vein of the petals, the vain of each glance, the continuation of a sentence, who looks at who in a sunset, the full stop, the capital letter, or is it the man and woman in between.