Healing and the lobelias

The wind swiftly dances lovely as its coldness pierces my bones,
As I stand near the blooming lobelias with a heavy yearning heart.
I can feel my warm tears running openly and freely on my cheeks.
I stand alone admiring the delicate lobelias as I wait for my lover's return

My heart painfully yearns for my beloved to come back to me.
The lobelias seem to be taunting me as the spring season passes.
Pitter-patter, the falling rain sings dirge for me in my distress,
My inclination and yearning for my lover are fading and dying.

The lobelias wilt and wither, deadhead flower and my dying love,
I wait in gloom for my love so that we may rekindle our love and affection.
Time flies, seasons pass, and my soul withers yet my lover is still delaying.
In agony I refuse to accept my lover's rejection, My heart is bleeding.

The sun is shining brightly now even though the lobelia bush is dead
I let go of my love, accept my fate, surrender and relinquish in despair.
Moving forward, I collect pieces of my broken heart along with my unrequited love.
With my broken heart on my sleeves, I happily jump on the bandwagon.