drops on gerbera

it is painful to gaze on a hurting beloved
more piercing to feel the cold in your own heart
beneath the icy chill there seems to be no glimmer of warmth

they who think they deserve it receive no sympathy
they who do nothing to deserve it treasure it more

outward always the beautiful petals
only the one close enough sees
beneath the opening flower there's a steady stalk

and then the drops betray
the true self it tries to portray
such is the irony

but when the morning comes the drops vanish
leaving only the beautiful flower
to survive yet another day

p.s.: If you think you know... you don't. These cryptic verse is here to confuse and confound. Nevertheless, only one...