Withering Willows

Purulent odor, despised him be.
Fell in love with her intense beauty.
He was a Pluviophile, he loved the rains.
Tears were the only shower he had ever seen.

He remembers the day it all ended.
He remembers the time his heartfelt stranded.
Some whiffs of scents remind him of her.
Lethargic, he sits there and deciphers.

His soul torments in the infinite pain.
He dies every moment a little within.
Broken he surcease to the fallen tree.
Withering willows smelt better than his agony.