You trusted the plant for its beautiful blooms,
But I'm the one who loved its thorns, who faced it's dooms.

You may have nurtured it, but I gave it my life's blood,
I loved it even when surrounded by a vibrant flora's world.

You may not have ignored it, that's true,
But can you protect it from winds wild and new?

You desired the blossoms, I embraced the fall,
You pushed it aside, I loved it through it all.

This plant's my only one, my garden's bare,
Your heart may be for gardens, mine's fixed there.

I know better plants may bloom in life's grand scheme,
But this one will always be the heart of my dream.

You asked if I don't mind its ugliness, you see,
But love for its roots is not about beauty.

Flowers will bloom again, after winter's cold,
This gardener's love is strong, brave and bold.

Oh plant, know the difference between us two,
In a crowd, recognize your gardener true.

-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)