I live in her heart as a wild plant,
Rich in medicinal affects but unsought,
I go unnoticed among seasonal beauties,
And suffer silently the pain thus brought.
This negligence on her part wins me strength,
So I am able to bear this great agony,
I feel contented with the place I find,
In the corner of her heart’s balcony.
From this horrid cell, I see her mood,
The best broad smile with lots of tears shed,
I get young all of the sudden with first,
But for the second I almost feel dead.
I shall never forget her gratitude
That she has allowed me to stay there.
I am ready to suffer for the long years to come,
For her deliberate discard, I never care.