The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror

Seasons

The first day I met you you,

You planted a seed in my heart

and that seed grew bigger every day that we talked.

I thought your seed would not grow because

everyone else's seeds never blossomed,

They all eventually died.

It's actually strange because one day your seed began to blossom.

And on that day

you told me you loved me...

I only said "goodnight" in return.

But our spring romance has come to an end

and winter is soon to storm in

and stop whatever chance our garden had

to radiate with beauty.