Basil

Did I actually fall in love?
Yes, I did many times so

Every time it had started
Like a pleasant intrusion

But it soon left a wound
As nectar turned poison

Among the infected cuts
There was one, only one

In spite of the bloody scar
A sapling basil was sown

Other infections spread
But basil roots dug deep

It grew up healthy fresh
Ensured safe sanitarium

And in the green leaves
There was the antidote

The plant shed its leaves
To heal all other wounds