I found the happiest flower

Abandoned on a sidewalk

Afraid it might be lost to the uncaring hour

I locked her inside an old book.

It has been there for some ages, now

I'm afraid I have sinned.

Mistaken her hell for

A heaven, she wouldn't have been in.

Were it not for the human mind

With claims to know what it loves,

Dead bones would be as they should be

Decaying for the earth,

Not framed and trapped in an eternal scheme

As a ghost of love

And there would be one poor soul less,

Haunted by his own curse.