A Dying Love Affair

A DYING LOVE AFFAIR No matter my endeavors, she returns every year Whether, she totally does understand my despair To this yearly seasonal unrequited sad love affair As to her yellow flower beauty, don't have a care Digging up her foundations; I rip away her root's A pouring of strong weed killer we are in cahoots Her now lifeless body lies besides me as so felled The satisfaction to her death inside me is quelled But, such is her love for me; she will soon return She's not one to give up; she will not be spurned And come next year, she will give it one more try Pleading with me I love you don't let our love die Her heart broken, as yet again, I hear not her cry As yet again her lifeless body; does beside me lie Maybe next year I should just let her up and grow And for her, my dandelion, in return my love show Indiana Shaw . . . "She's persistent, I will give her that " . . . : /