Wrap up my heart

The hedgerow,like a cottage garden,
bergemont,purples and yellows,a single
poppy,scarlet red;the bees know
this is the place and the view like
seeing the whole world in a gaze.
Clear blue and such sun,how can one
be melancholy on a day like this.
One always wants what can't be;
it's a hard lesson to learn;
think it is time to wrap up my heart
take it to the attic,where useless things
are stored; the dark of loneliness;
leave it to the dust and cobwebs;a spider
might make it it's home,or better still a rat !
It led me down this street,giving itself again;
surely it knows my pain.....obviously it
does not care,so why should I.