I sought great beauty from our nature’s crop,
Allowed you to reside so close to home;
Together would we grow with every drop,
With time and care, life sprang from my dark loam.
My garden filled with blooms, not all belonged
To you, but some arrived when you took root;
This place was overflowed with color fond,
Where once was barren now beared new sweet fruit.
I vigilantly fought the weeds and the pests
To prune all evil from our perfect place;
You had the room to grow, somewhere to rest,
And I protected you from storms apace.
Too late I found sharp thorns upon your stems,
The roots too deep, destroy my precious gems.