Next Summer's Garden

At times, I am so confused?
You say that you don't love me
Then you talk about next summer
And what we will plant in the garden . . .
So, here I am trying to decifer what you are saying?
Which leaves me to believe that you are as confused as I am
Except that I know where my heart is and it is with you
While you keep your heart guarded and void of love
My only hope being next summer. . .
And we will plant the garden
You and me, together
And in love . . .