How is this poem............?

In a sunlit garden


I raised beautiful flowers


three were roses





Three beautiful roses


sprouted from hopeless seeds


my special roses


I kept dear in my garden





Among them, on I deeply admired


she was most bright and brilliant


radiating its sunny love in my garden


Too much for a weak soul like mine





I grew withdrawn from its presence


watching after it from a distance


As I moved farther away,


the rose grew sad and cried


as the wind blew us apart





Its tears moisting the soil


Its eyes looking toward the sun


where other gardeners


in greed and envy


snatched her away from me





As for the second rose


its roots were never really in my garden


At the slightest distraction,


other boundaries crossed mine


and now possessed her





With a lesser and emptier garden remaining


I looked to my last rose


Though not as pretty as the others


she had a firm grip in the soil


I drew her closer to me





A cold stone wall built


around the garden now greying


freezing all intimate feeling


She could not bear the chilling wind


and went elsewhere





Now I stand


in my once sunlit garden


an empty spot


I sleep in this


cold and deserted graveyard


which I built in my heart

How is this poem............?
This one is almost great. I love the finish. Maybe, take out some of the narrator and let the roses do the talking? Just my opinion. Still, a star performance. TD
Reply:...a bit ironic...





a deep poem involving seeds..which "scratch the surface", you could say.





I enjoyed the irony and the poem.
Reply:i like it alot



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