Thousand years

A moment of love is better than a thousand years of hatred
His love blossomed her like a red rose
Making her the most ravishing rose of the garden
Butterflies hovered on her and bees circled her
Her soul was captured by the gardener
Who watered her regularly
One day the gardener became sick
He had vomits of blood
Nothing relieved his pain and he succumbed to death
The rose dried with pain
The  new gardener watered him daily
He did everything to let it bloom again
But it didn't bloom again
The rose had adored the gardener
He couldn't bear his lover loss
And it died of a heartbroken syndrome.