My Little Heart Tree

I already carved you
on the bark
of my heart tree
each marking
of you
is a bittersweet
memory

blush
I never fail to notice
an erratic rush
when our fingertips
touch
or was it just me
daydreaming

my emotions flourish
the greenest of leaves
yet fade
in each passing season
my feelings bloom
gentle sweet blossoms
soft petals of my weakness
of you

it is dying
my little heart tree
I shall bury those memories
along this tree of me
of you
as it will never last
alas,
the sun won't shine
for my 'lil heart tree

Dedicated to the person whom I can never have. A once-in-a-blue-moon sappy poetry attempt.