Well. The title drew me in. lol. But anyway. I really really like the first stanza. [which were my favorite lines] :] there's was a kind of tone to this piece, and it made me want to read the rest of the poem. great write. 5/5.

I see a man, a rich man. Going to his backyard which so happens to be a beach, he sees the footprints and hand prints he and his ex-wife used to make.

Perhaps now she left him, and he doesn't know what to do. He has a garden nearby in the beach, it could be that the garden was his wifes. That he and she planted together, and he sees his life in those plants. He sees himself in that garden, growing, growing.

I see that he is looking at a tree in that garden, a branch fell down. But even is the branch falls of a tree, the tree does not stop. It continues to grow.

That is why he mentions the garden. Because he sees himself in that ever growing garden. He mentions a new baby eagle soars. Because he is the eagle. Like the tree where the branch falls, the tree grows and does not stops. Perhaps he is doing the same thing. He is not stopping. Like a new baby eagle, he is starting a new life. He will soar, fly, and get a new life.

Lol. I love my imagination.

_[Deathly'Amore]

Our story's over now,
Your eyes had grew a tint,
Yet after all that I had done,
I left, but a handprint.
<This flows so well, I love the rhyme  I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to say by ‘your eyes had grew a tint’ but it could mean so many things, which is great…but I would change it to “Your eyes have grown a tint” to make the grammar a bit better>

I see all the footprints,
left from the past.
Walked over with different shoes,
upon an ocean so vast.
<Again, this is great, but I somehow think it would be better if you changed the third line to something like “Walking over different shores” or something, I’m probably the only one who would notice that, but it just seems like the ocean thing comes out of nowhere, but plays an important part>

The seed I have planted,
had taken it's roots.
The gardener and the garden,
now fight their disputes.
<Perfect! There’s nothing wrong with this stanza. I LOVE the comparison between the two! How they should go together, but they just don’t anymore>

As quick as handprints fade,
As the waves efface the shore.
The garden now blooms wild,
I am no longer yours.
<Beautiful, wonderful way to end the poem>

This poem isn’t very original, but at the same time, it was very original,,,if that makes sense :P
It was an interesting read, and I really like it. The rhymes and rhythm are perfect, which is the main problem with most of the poetry I read on here.
5/5
~Raylene