Flower in glass house

A delicate flower bloomed
In the covers of glass house
Spreading her beauty and charm
Filling up it with her grace
Her fragrance filled it up
She was the gardener’s pride
Pampered to no end.

He was a lonely butterfly
His wings painted with rainbow
His heart full of love
he loved her in stealth
could never tell her so
He used to flitter around
Her glass made abode.

His yearning eyes soaked up
Her beauty from afar
His wings brushed the glass
So many times
Praying it will let him through
She never even noted him
His love swelled up in his heart.

Then one day a cruel hand
Picked her up before her time.
No one heard her last sigh
No one saw the tears
That fell from the eyes
Of the lonelier butterfly
As his wings fluttered in vain.