The flowering of a first love

Being with you made me feel most alive, it wasn't short but not long in life's eye,
Yet too strong for my heart not to cry

For almost 2 years it was a growing seed, at the beginning the magic blossomed, with the girl of my dreams I was properly freed,
Each day more excited for where it could lead. Bright and beautiful like any flower, but no flower was as stiking as you, so my love for you only grew. But like all flowers it eventually died.

I slowly found myself less admired,
I couldn't accept any thought of doubt, so fearfully of being undesired, then so full of anger I'd argue and shout, only to leave you worn out and tired. But I was only mad at myself for these shots being fired.

We're both young and changing,
It was time to realise we both had different ambitions, but I didn't except it...for me that was the hardest thing and because I know
 I could never stop loving you.

            ..`ManDeyer'..