You fell in love,

With my flower,

Not my roots,

Hidden under layers,

Of dark earth,

And it was easier,

To let you go when autumn came,

Then to bear,

The heartbreak,

That would have happened,

When you finally realized,

You never loved me at all,

Only my flower.

And then you,

Would have left,

When winter came,

And I would have,

Withered away,

Until my roots,

Where all that was left.