When we first met
Our love was blooming
Like a garden in full spring,
Prismic colourations
It was such a beautiful thing
But over time the garden
Became neglected
And we were both to blame
And soon the flowers wilted
And the colours began to fade.
Until one day
All that was left was a garden
Arid and devoid,
Of any beauty
And any trace
Of the love that me and you,
Once shared.
Oh, how I wish
We had nurtured it more,
How I wish we had
Put more store,
In each other
Instead of thinking
It would be OK,
That love would prosper
Even if neglected
Which is why it’s now decayed.
It went from full bloom in full beauty
Into Arid and wilted, decay in every way.
Via: daily prompt: arid
fauxcroft 
Marvelous use of the daily prompt
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Gardens like love go through seasons where they bear harvest. Then there are seasons where work is required and no harvest for enjoyment. In love that work is spiritual, not seen by the untrained Eye. It’s preparation for a blooming garden full of nurturing harvest.
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Very true
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So beautifully put into words.
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Thank you
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