The story continues

 

I could not let the flower alone

As' oft my folly

I decided to stay

And keep it company

And bask in it beauty

Until the day

That I could lay claim

To the beautiful dame

 

But from afar it had to be

For the flower was far from my home

And to transplant such a creature is beyond my skill

And I cannot transplant myself still

So from a distance

I watched and talked and coaxed

And helped to kill the weeds

That around it would spring

In hopes that one day

We could be

 

I thought the day was coming

A pot I had prepared

And soil and fresh air

We were once again to meet

And I was to sweep her from her feet

In just one moon it was to be

Or not to be as it were

 

For in my best meanings

I had hid my feelings

And in a moon we will meet

But another has already swept her off her feet

The pot I had prepared

And the soil and fresh air

Is still sitting there

A cruel reminder of the memories we share

 

But if alas it is to be

None of this can she see

For it is more important to me

That the beauty continue to be

And accompany me

Whether as friend or more

Ill try not to bore

Or bring her down

For to see her frown

Would turn the world brown

 

I chose this trail

And now I must walk it

I selflessly waited

And must do so some more

if I missed out

Ill probably pout

But better me be sad

And she be happy

Better me be lonely

And she be loved

 

I am convinced the cherub feels no need

To send his arrows flying at me

Alone I am to be

So Cuervo set me free