The garden surrounding my soul, being long
Under control, bore no visible weeds.
Every bed seemed tended, all plants belonged
To a known pattern of life, no wild seeds
Allowed entry, until on digging deep
One day, I uncovered my heart, and found
It bleeding, and starved. Not worth the keeping
I threw it away. Uprooted, it sighed, bound
For graveyard and fire, it then caught your eye,
As careful, you planted again with words
Of tenderest care, and there you watered
It daily, feeding it love, then occured
A regrowth. Now it responds as it ought.

Uprooted, my heart deferred to your touch.
Rooted, now blossoms, and loves you so much.

Fay Slimm

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uprooting-my-heart/