The Euphemism of the Day

Taking things for granted, One petal at a time. Eventually they fold, They wither to the ground. One by one they fall, Some fast, some slow Some in between. Except for one. It decides to stop And I can tell it wants to talk. And yes, I ask it "why?" I have no say in the matter. Thus I let it pass me by. Yet on days I can remember And almost every night, I yearn for the answer, I yearn for the sight, Of days to come And days I'd rather not know. Though like and dislike are linked together. Opposites attract and group, And mate, And make mistakes, Such things deemed not so subtle. I wish I could say I was from a distant planet, But that would be a lie. Making me a liar. I am only human, Such things are far above My head, your head, The world And are better left unsaid.