and died like a flower,
the only thing I cannot forget,
is the love you once gave me,
If it is possible, I will pray to the gods to let you take my undying withered branches, kissing them from petal to stump. If my spiteful spirit frightens you, please do not be afraid, much less throw away my bone china, for, I just spite you, and what, what else could be as beautiful as the beauty of your grooming, the tenderness of your deep kisses?
A very beautiful love story, unfortunately, my answer, but not what you want. I'm sorry!