"The Garden of Three"

In a field where the sun would forever stay, Stood a boy with a golden, unwavering face— A sunflower, bright, always chasing the day, Rooted in hope, in the warmth of his place. Then came the breeze with a blush on her cheek, A peony, soft in the bloom of her spring. She danced through his petals, so vivid, so sleek, And he turned to her light like a moth to a wing. But far in the shade where the silence grows deep, Sat a girl with a stem that time could not close— Her love, once alive, now curled into sleep, A heart pressed forever—a withered rose. She never called out, never asked him to stay, For the sun does not bend for the shadows below. But she kept him in petals that faded to gray, And whispered her love to the winds he won't know.