Laboured with love.

Together we established two things, the precise
amount of water needed
While tending the soil
And the amount of light
For one to grow

But you couldn't wait for an entire garden, picking from the roots , that
Lonely stem

And so it never happened
No colour, nor petals
Could we admire

But the slow death
of a single flower

Once laboured with love.
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