Flowers and Jars

So it began,
The ponderous hands,
The flower, the field,
My conflict revealed.
Dear, you will grow,
Beauty prevailed -
Could I be trusted with something so fair?

I've set apart the extent of my heart
About it a mischief, before it a guard.
I'll give it up, though it may not be much,
To a collector of flowers and jars.

Simple, I know, I should softly let go
But I'm so uncertain
My friend from my foe.
We've made up our minds,
But what of my heart?
Your beauty another may fail to regard.

I've set apart the extent of my heart
About it a mischief, before it a guard.
I'll give it up, though it may not be much,
To a collector of flowers and jars.

Oh, fall was my friend,
Though I failed her again.
I'm sorry for everything;
I'll change if I can.
Was it my fear or the time that I spent
Serving my sentence before it began?

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