The rose has fallen and its perfection faded;
its beauty tarnished, no longer wanted.
The rain has fallen and the stream has flooded;
its intensity remains but no dignity left to be bonded.

This union, strong, its formation has a reason;
its clarity left no salvation, now it's gone, claimed by the season.
The truth left no room for denial as its secret uncovered;

Its taste, bitter and final, can no longer be recovered.
The vow was broken and its meaning forgotten;
its words left unspoken and its value not worth a token.

The storm has passed and the river derailed;
its strength has subsided and its destruction unveiled.
The betrayal no longer a mystery and innocence now a crime;
the game left misery and a wound to be healed with time.