Whispers of the soul

Here's a refined version with the suggested changes:

I crave you like a broken stem

That longs for life to mend again.

Each leaf curls inward, frayed and dry,

A silent plea beneath the sky.

I pour myself through every stream,

But roots can't wake from shattered dreams.

I tend the soil, I plead for rain,

Yet find no cure for love's refrain.

You were my sun, my steady ground,

The pulse in every bloom I found.

With you, I rose, a vibrant hue;

Without, I fade—what can I do?

The blossoms ache, the branches bow,

Their beauty dimmed; they question how.

Can something lost return once more,

Or must I close this garden's door?

I reach for skies that give no sound,

For earth that keeps its answers bound.

Still, hope persists—fragile, yet true,

That life might bloom again with you.

And if it doesn't, I'll remain,

A garden steeped in love and pain.

For even if the rains don't fall,

Your touch once made it worth it all.