I went to a garden
where I saw a maiden
so pleasing and lovely,
I was captivated by her beauty.
As she caught me staring at her,
a smile so sweet crept on her face
and so suddenly, she handed me
a darkish wilted flower
"Where did you come from?" I asked her
her eyes examining mine
"This garden is my home," she replied.
bewildered by her answer,
I looked at the flower locked in my hand
there I saw a small piece of paper-a letter
"Water me, keep me and love me."
Shocked by the letter's appearance,
the maiden was nowhere to be found
all I had was the little remnant,
and the memory of her,
smiling at me, so heavenly.
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