What went wrong?
I often ask the trees.
How had such a flower,
Bloomed from the heart
Of one who loves it,
To Grow such thorns,
And draw blood from all who pass it.

Try I did, time after time,
Like daggers these thorns pierced.
Broken were the spirits
Of those who thought to tame it,
And lonely will this flower bloomed
Be, if it's thorn it could not lose.

So on the path moved forward,
With this blooming flower in my thoughts,
But no more can one endure,
The pain of holding on so tight,
To one who's touch so deadly,
Yet from a distance hold such delight.

Time will tell if this flower bloomed,
Will lose it's thorns and love anew.
The heart I gave was not enough
And on I should move,
Yet in this heart I know one day,
I may return to hold her once again.
© J.D.L