A love only a petal could offer

Even when the wind shakes it,
the petal still loves the wind.
Even when it’s torn, bent, or bruised,
the petal still loves the wind.
It loves the wind so deeply
that when the breeze blows,
it lets go and falls.
It never blames the wind—
no matter how much it sways, bends, or breaks.
That’s the kind of love
only a petal can give.