A Poem Cupia flower

A poem about the cupia flower

You are standing in the corner of the garden, Becoming a red fire inside the raw branches.

The silent night comes and leans down to see you, Even in the moonlight you do not fade.

Your red petals are like the sound of the heart, The words of love are stored in every fold.

The branches full of thorns are like the path of life, Yet you are colorful, true like the heart.

Do you know? When the silent darkness calls, When I look at you, it seems that love is actually light, which remains hidden in every wound.

The leaves next to you are silent witnesses, Listening to your secret in the swaying of the wind.

I hear you whispering, Love does not mean only appearance, love means to endure, to stand.

When the sky is filled with countless stars, Your color covers all the brilliance.

I wonder, why am I so drawn to you? Maybe this is why you immortalize love.

You are not human, yet it seems, You also have a heartbeat.

You stand silently, Yet waves play inside you.

The deeper the night, Your red color becomes more intense.

It seems like a fire is burning, Which does not know how to extinguish, it only burns.

Maybe I am wrong, yet it seems, You are as alone as my heart, you understand the pain of loneliness.

Even when surrounded by thorns, you smile, Just as a loving heart smiles to hide its pain.

Even when darkness falls, you shine, Just as true love never dies.

You are not just a flower, you are a companion of the night, You are a symbol of silent love, you are the peace of my restlessness.

When I see you, it seems that love is not a flower, it is a fire, a breath that no one can extinguish.

You will stand, You will bloom again and again even in the midst of thorns.

I may not be here one day, but you will remain, telling the moon at night, love is eternal, immortal, indomitable, indestructible