Oh I would love to grow a flower in your heart
So you'd have a piece of me wherever you are
Blowing through the valley of you with a little beauty to impart
I'd shower it with love everyday so that it may grow
Gliding through your heart swaying to and fro
I'd bleed into your earth until you had a bouquet
Watching my flower bed night and day
Until my gardens are overflowing
Making you cough on petals and choke on roses
Apple trees and grape vines roaming through your stomach
Roots of flowers shooting through your legs like bullets
Oh how I want to give you Lilacs, Lilies and Lavender
Shades of purple because it's my favourite colour
All this will be yours soon enough
For as long as I am free to run amok
In your heart and in your spirit
I will create something too powerful too resist
....
But alas my effort was all in vain
For your heart's stormy weather blew my flowers away
Looking back I see I was a fool
I've come to realise I liked gardening more than I did you
Sorry
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This started off so wonderful, but the ending was so sad. Beautiful writing.