The Courtship and Ugly End of A Lovely Lady and an Ambiguous Figure

If I only knew how you stared at me
Perhaps I would have taken better notice.
And yet the time I spent while searching,
For you, I found nothing, more or less.

Since when have you taken such bitter liking,
A month, not two ago?
Or has it been longer, beyond my deciphering,
But only I didn't notice it so.
For I thought of you those long, cold nights,
Alone and pondering of desperate plights.
In my bed, curled up, snuggling, tucked tight.
Dreaming and thinking of unending nights.

But hark! A voice? A rustle? A beam?
Not of light, but of shadow, a lonely figure.
You courted and waited and I took no notice,
Of your existence or intentions or noxious vigour.
So I slept and I dreamt and I woke and I left,
And you watched with intent each continuing breath.

Then turned all at once with an ugly malice,
And took for yourself my spirit's palace.
Did you truly love me, when hating me now,
And muttering over me, these blackened vows?

But wait, these flowers, so beautiful they are,
Carried to me from places afar.
Deepest regrets, these blooms are pristine, truly!
Oh bury me in these fragrant beauties!
And leave me sleep among them for all eternity!