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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