Weeping Willow

Doth the flower thrive?
So beautiful she did seem.
Off the world I would dive,
To glimpse her in a dream.

Her thorns I could not force tamed,
Is it on me to be blamed?

How could she make me bleed?
I should have avoided the thorn.
Another doth sew her seed,
A seed from my heart torn.

Could I have seen it in her?
Love doth force life to a blur.

Left is the willow weeping.
His soul cut by broken love’s shard.
Forever his feelings will be sleeping,
Lying deep within the yard.