Seeds Sown.

Seeds that fall on shallow ground
Spring up with joy-
and quickly whither down
Because they have no roots.

That was our love.

To make fertile ground,
It takes time and much work
The soil isn't ready
Until it's nutrient rich.

What's sad is we could have had that.
We decided to skip those steps
And jump in as we were,
Based on potential, which we had.

Our love sprung up joyful and intense,
Only to die down and whither into-
Into what it became...
We had no roots built up.

Everyone was surprised
How we died down-
It was too soon to love,
and too soon to whither.

Sad and broken now,
No hope of revival.
We are a couple no more.