A life so full of needless guilt
and feeling I’m a’drift.
A garden who’d been left to wilt
but you are a plot twist.

In some way you came to reach
my heart, now a mosaic.
Though the others came to breach,
it now feels so archaic.

Now there feels so much at stake,
our pace swift like a torrent.
Please don’t come to forsake;
your indifference your warrant.

Don’t want to reflect on this rapture
as just some needless, pining chapter.
My last impression, you the user,
yours of me, a taxing loser.

Let me get to what’s the point,
that we’re two parts of the same joint.