They met on the beach

There was no speech

The water was blue

The rose was red

The seagulls flew

But their love was dead

The ocean was cold

Their feelings untold

Too late for the flower

It lost its power

She threw it on the rock

He was in shock

And it fell on the sand

Like love:

The waves came and went

Both knew it was the end

All that was left was the flower’s scent