Petals of pain

A fusion of fuscia An explosion of love A full bloom of petals White wings of a dove The peal of the bells to ring out the day Of loves new awakening in this sacred way The steady mundanity of life The balancing act of respect Takes its toll on the husband and wife More than they would expect The years become chores The petals doth wilt The separation of spores Of the dreams they once built The ending begins Signifying the doom The petals of pain Slip from the bloom The peal of the bells to ring out the day Of the death of the bloom; wilted away