If needs of force, let it be needs of absence.

Those three words sometimes flies through the tip of the tongue

While it staple mouths shut and shatter vocal cords of others

In one era, she evolved like a rose thus withered day by day

The gardener dragged her through the dirt 

Negligent of the commitment 

Until instincts shackled this man yet shuddered her roots!

The cut was painful but vital.

She evoked once again from her roots

She evolved like a rose and rose upward day by day

In another era, this gardener quenched her thirst

Ministered her ease and everlasting eminence

This man let actions be replacement of the three words

He cared her with nutrients through the dirt

Mindful of the commitment

On the grounds of her continous growth and true love

If needs of words, let it be needs of absence.