Uprooting My Heart.

The garden surrounding my soul, being long Under control, bore no visible weeds. Every bed seemed tended, all plants belonged To a known pattern of life, no wild seeds Allowed entry, until on digging deep One day, I uncovered my heart, and found It bleeding, and starved. Not worth the keeping I threw it away. Uprooted, it sighed, bound For graveyard and fire, it then caught your eye, As careful, you planted again with words Of tenderest care, and there you watered It daily, feeding it love, then occured A regrowth. Now it responds as it ought. Uprooted, my heart deferred to your touch. Rooted, now blossoms, and loves you so much.