Go back to new

She is the best thing that happened to me,
Sweet and caring, all that the say is out there.
I had to lose, find, search and accept,
The life and love for me she'd kept.
I found, and kept and cherished this gift,
And knew this new was to never get aged.

Somewhere down this walk through  bliss,
The garden that she'd stroll with me in,
The grass , the flowers , each morning's dew,
I stopped glancing as not so new,
She wanted me, I gave her reasons,
The garden I loved, but the flowers withered.

For her the petals didn't bloom,
She watered it but it didn't seep,
The soul lost essence, the love , the trust, is planted but the soil not deep.

But nature has a way to tell,
A wound is seen through the swell.
The elixir that you fed me sips,
Its essence drawn from thy lips,
I will draw out of my wounds and cuts.
And let it ebb into the roots,
Let it feed our emotions for one another,
Dont leave to wither, I am coming to...

Your garden that we spent our days will grow and effloresce and age with you,
My love for you has not died, I promise.
Your rose will blossom back to new.

-Siddhartha Nirgudkar