HEAT.

Of Love Lessons learnt, this shall be the darkest instance;

When flippancy in winds gains not a petal of sincerity,

For deceptions infinite latch onto Life, emblems of impermanence,

With a petal a day forfeiting breath, without a fight.  

Thus sobered wind practices hard Constancy,

Binding up the flutter of a leaf, glaring upon shadow-pockets of sweet respite,

All for an embalmed Adoration, to be tediously bought.

While perspiring bricks scream:

“Heat, we love you not!”