Take and tear, the sweetest flower to rend:
Releasing the sweet smell of nectar.
Not one can compare to your scent,
No synthetic, nor natural flower.
Now I, not the same: Relentlessly dour.
The ugly duckling, the shameless lamb unblent.
Face pale, body weak, decrepit spectre.
Take me broken; my passion to mend.
When the lines between us are connected and drawn:
When I compare the you and I;
I am imperfect and flawed,
While you; are perfection in mine eye.
And the flower is taken and crushed
As my love forces you to blush.