Its interesting how love…
Grows like a rose
blooms like the cherry blossoms
do in the spring
and fall when it can’t bare the
winter cold.
Its odd how caring you can be,
when you give so much water
to that precious little flower
but it dries up
like you never gave it
anything to quench its thirst.
Its not funny
how I let out my hand
for a bond of romance,
friendship, companionship,
and commitment.
It just reminds me
of planting a seed
into dry soil
it grows
yet never takes root
into the ground
once it reaches the sun
it dries and dies.
Is this a chemical romance
ready to blow.
or
Is it a romance
thats stuck with a flat tire
off the side of the road.
If so, where’s the wrench?
© Copyright Beloved Loveless January 2010
