An alluring floret

It was so obvious to you,
Never had I in my wildest dreams thought,
For the gloom our rift has brought,
Why did thine spent hours,
Canker mine gifted flowers,
Too facile for thee to forget,
At least a second thought
for the clemency to be let,
Vanity hold the roots,
Mustn't be a true love,
But a shallow wood with bitter fruits,
Having spent years building trust,
Thy swindle gave onto my
heart an incurable thrust,
I found peace in dark,
I qualmed for the light,
Ought to be separated,
And at last the ark of love
stifled when the waves escalated,
swayed under the grey hue
It was so obvious to you….