A Broken Heart For The Love Of My Hypothetical Flower

My heart feels broken when I am with you
For just being by your side feels like daggers
through and through.
Your name is a flower whose soul speaks to me,
While you never see the light inside of me.
I am invisible to you when we are together,
Even though I will always know
I leave you in ignorance in order to keep the flow.

I wonder how your heart feels when you see me,
Does it spring to life with an upbeat?
Or does it never change?
I do not know the answers that plague my brain.
My love is eternal and more real than any other,
If only you could see me speaking to you my flower.
Bloom, bloom I ask of thee to show me the way.

Am I alone or do you feel the same?