Bloom

I know a girl with devotion so true

If only her boy had it too

She thought if she waited his love would slowly ripen

Like a farmer in a field she tended it each day

But instead of growing softer he forgot her and he drove the knife in

And she wearily watched as her crops withered away

'Cause his scent never lingered as long as she thought it would

So she went on and handled the heart break as best she could

She knew over time her load would slowly lighten