She was a red poppy,
in a bland field of grass,
the sky was her only company;
she saw it fade to gray, and turn to brass.

"Give me a chance to see,
The world and beyond this place;
Oh, would it bring me such glee!"
She said with pleading solace.

He walked in and saw
Her vibrant petals under the sky,
So he thought she would thaw
His locked heart of ice.

And she did, and there he
Uprooted her, limiting her time;
Her dream was to see,
Beyond loam that didn't chime

She fell for her,
And he did, too;
Maybe her petals will wither,
But she will not be blue.

After days, she slowly withered;
"I'm sorry for not showing you the world."
He said, as she whispered:
"You are my world."