There blooms a flower, a tale divine.
Its petals kissed by sorrow’s rain,
Behold the essence, the nectar of pain.

From depths unseen, its essence unfurls,
In whispered sighs and tear-stained pearls.
Each drop a story, etched in refrain,
A symphony woven, in the nectar of pain.

In every heartache, a drop is found,
In every loss, a fragrant mound.
Yet from this anguish, a wisdom we gain,
A bitter sweetness in the nectar of pain.

It teaches us of life’s transient grace,
Of strength found in the darkest space.
For even amidst the storm’s disdain,
There lies redemption in the nectar of pain.

So drink deep, though it may sting,
For in its depths, new beginnings sing.
A sacred potion, a soul’s terrain,
Forever bound to the nectar of pain.