Rose Pedals Fall

As the first pedal drops to the moist loam
He stares into a barrier of ebony tears
Why is she crying? Why is he staring?
She has fallen in love with this man
He has witnessed a true love, untold and beyond anything phantomable
Hopes that run into the night, deteriorate as they blend
The scent of cedar, the babel of rain
Romance seeks victory here
Rose pedals fall, but the passion can only rise
And now the two, join, in body and soul, as the rose pedals fall again