Flower from seed.

What would I feel,
If it weren't for you.
Who would split,
My heart in two?
What would I do,
With my mind,
If you weren't here,
Being unkind?
Where would,
My busy thoughts go?
Left to run free,
Without each blow.
Would they run free,
Without the lead?
Would they flourish,
Flower from seed?
Would they simply,
Look for another?
Seeking out,
Your spiritual brother.
Seeking out,
What it knows.
This heart,
You semi-froze.