Flowersong Elegy

All was normal with this flower of long ago Eventually, their kindness I began to know Even though they were occasionally a "foe", They became one I wished to never see go. Eventually, we parted as things weren't right But, I still missed them each & every night Of course, occasionally, they still gave me a fright; Why am I now lost of their sight? Still now, with hope I wait For the day they return: a wonderful date Will it be soon, or will it be late? Just what of this dear flower will be their fate?