I created a beautiful pond full of lilies. 

It was my sanctuary, a place of tranquility after a long, exhausting day. 

I would sit by the water's edge, my feet gently caressed by the cool water.

I poured my heart into nurturing the flowers, tenderly caring for them.

Soon, the pond became a canvas of breathtaking blue and pink petals, 

creating a scene straight out of my dreams. 

One day, I caught a glimpse of you on the other side of the pond, your warm smile and friendly wave filling my heart with joy. 

"I'll be there in a while," you called out. 

"I'll be waiting," I replied, my eyes sparkling with anticipation.

I rushed to gather more water for the pond,

As I waited by the side of the lake with flowers in my arms, I drifted away into a moment of rest. When I awoke, my heart sank.

Those vibrant flowers in my arms were now wilted and faded. 

Where were you?

Had you lost your way? 

Were you distracted by other beautiful ponds? No, it must be that the road to me was just too long.

I was willing to wait; it was you, after all.

I quickly assembled another bunch of flowers. 

I closed my eyes for a moment intoxicated by the sweet smell.

But when I opened my eyes, there was nothing. 

My pond has no flowers, they were dead.

The once lively pond now appeared desolate, the flowers having surrendered to their unrequited longing for your presence. 

Their wilted faces mirrored the disappointment in my own eyes.

Glancing up, my heart leapt to see you across the pond once again. 

I hurried back to fetch more water, 

I poured and poured until the dead flowers sunk beneath the surface. 

As I stood there, teardrops mixing with the ripples, 

I wondered if I should plant new seeds. 

Maybe then, the flowers would finally get to see you.