Man-infested Love...

Touchwood! But its late…
The roots are loosened…
Me left lifeless… reduced to a mound.
Robbed of love.
Flower, put to better use…
Adornments, decorations and slow death.
Wilting, withering…

Would be united in death…
Petals with mound… and then one earth…
But life took its toll…
Now its death sentence for life…