An overlooked small seed at best,

planted subtlety in my chest,

slowly growing, I not knowing.



Not long on the small shoot bloomed,

and slowly buds of passion groomed,

my desire, a burning fire.



Young and strong the sapling grew,

flourished at the thought of you,

my shining sun, the only one.



Soulbound lovers, you and me,

bursting through the canopy,

dazzled by the rays above,

surely, truly, this was love?



Thick, the trunk grew strong and wise,

reaching for the pearly skies,

towering over all below,

fuelled by love’s possessive flow;



But then your crafty creepers flared,

my youthful bark was so ensnared,

drained of life, a woodsman’s scythe,

your real colours fully bared.



Deathly tired and sick I grew,

but still held hopeless love for you,

though reasons flawed, my limbs so clawed,

trapped, remembering how we flew…



The roots that once perturbed so deep,

are shrivelled now, their prospects bleak,

a coming storm of my despair,

as gales rip and branches tear;



Crashing down to meet the ground,

tragic love that can’t be found,

you broke my heart and made it stop,

so now I lay,

and slowly rot.