Heart Broken Flowers

Heart broken flowers and burned up flame,
With give and takes of things and some within;
With years of no love like stone that became,
Hope for some kindness but all was akin.
Twist of fate and a tangled sinuous meaning,
There is nothing left that echoes the flare;
All of concern pages contravening,
Nothing was left letters going nowhere.
Address my heart that slops and runs aground,
Wandering roots and bramble hands inside;
Carbonized days for things that were not found,
Shadows from night that in clear day must hide.
Love is like the years it took it to cross,
Intense lines and forms appears in each loss.