Enchanted roots all tangled as were one

Who ripped his roots out from my  fragile heart
And left me  hollow ,bleeding and alone?
We who love know all humans must part.
Pain must touch  us women who’re not stone.

Yet I did not understand what we’d become;
Enchanted roots all tangled as were one
When he died , the  wound has made me lame.
For my  roots bereaved seem almost to have gone.

I stand on tilted ground like a ship’s deck
When by  squalls and gales  it  is besieged.
I  picture in my mind my own  such wreck
Yet death does not take all lovers  who’re bereaved.

My roots will spread again when spring comes by.
Till then I lean  and shudder  lest I die