Sad thoughts turn gray so many days, Flower ... And here I can't do much more but wait and cry.
Wait for my most longed wish to fulfill, and cry - inside in my case -, for all the memories you spread in your homeland.
Will I ever see you in the rainbow ?
Will you be some yellow star ?
Only sadness seems now to be my queen, sweet Flower ( and only you, or the heaven, could change that ).
But anyway I don't want to stop my grieving ; that would make me forget you some day. I just need something to hold on to.
Oh Flower ..., the world you left behind feels so empty ...
It means me and a million, crying like motherless children ; longing to see you walk straight to us ( sorry, dear girl, wanted to say it to you once more ), and then look into your eyes and kiss your forehead or your face.

Goodbye, dear Queen, hope to see you soon !

Did you write this? It's beautiful!

Well... Yes, I wrote this two days ago.
Maybe now she felt another "drop of honey" inside.