A Ballad For The Brokenhearted Poem by Sonya Annita Song

I tripped into the crevice of your heart
And stumbled on a blanket of dead leaves.
I cried in shock - the land was torn apart,
Essence robbed by iron-hearted thieves.
What happened to the Eden you conceived?
Which selfish harvest caused your heart to bleed?
Why are you silent when your spirit grieves?
I'll trade my garden for your lonely weed.

The first time that I met you was the start
Of feelings, long forgotten, sun retrieves
And blends the ice into prismatic art
As sun with moonlight gently interweaves.
How did I miss the tearstains on your sleeves?
How did I turn to blindness with my greed?
Is it too late to offer these reprieves?
I'll trade my garden for your lonely weed.

My flowers and my fruits I will impart;
I'll happily uproot them - though naïve,
Fruit's not too sweet and still a little tart,
The sweetness gained from all that I've received.
A mountain moves when earth from soil heaves
And snow birds caged will fly when they are freed;
You'll thrive because my heart in you believes.
I'll trade my garden for your lonely weed.