Delicate Secret

The sun wilted the flower
That I grew inside
My secret garden.
I never should have believed
In the sincerity
Of a passing sun,
But he promised he'd be careful.

The flower first grew brighter.
Pink blushing petals spread,
Blooming to his soft touch.
Sunfire licking
At the very heart of her.
She turned her swooning head
To follow him across the sky.

Alas,
The sunset always comes too soon.
He whispered colorful goodbyes
As he slipped past the horizon
To shine on other gardens.
Petals fell and pink blush faded
As her heavy head drooped downward.
My secret garden
Shall never be the same
After feeling the touch of the sun.