Flowers and Jars

So it began
The ponderous hands
The flowers, the field
My conflict revealed
Dear, you will grow
And beauty prevail
Could i be trusted
With something so frail
I’ve set apart the extent of my heart
Above 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
I’ve made up my mind
But what of my heart?
Your beauty another may fail to regard
I’ve set apart the extent of my heart
Above 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
Fall was a friend
Though i failed her again
I’m sorry for everything
I’ll change if i can
Was it my fear or the time i had spent
Serving my sentence before it began?