I have failed in love.
I have been the rain pouring,
on a sunny day.
I have failed at writing haikus, senryus, and sonnets.
I have fallen on my face a thousand times before sunrise,
knocked out my teeth, broke my nose, and blackened my eyes.
I can no longer see. I am blind,
and have only myself to blame.
I have learned nothing and continue to fail in love.
And yet I still try.
I still find a way to love,
this dying flower.