In the garden of our shared existence,
Roots intertwined, a familial persistence.
Yet, you didn't fall for my essence deep,
But for the blooms, a surface love to keep.

Through seasons bright and skies so blue,
You cherished the petals, not the roots that grew.
As Autumn arrived with its inevitable decay,
I sensed a chill in your gaze, a love in disarray.

In...