A Piece of Me..
Happy Valentine's Day
m'loves ♥
I just woke up around an hour ago, and thought that it would be fitting to post a poem I wrote in high school about love. Some of you have already read it on other sites, but this poem is by far one of my all-time favorites ♥
"The Botanist"
January 22, 2007
Recited like spoken word
Love is a seed only waiting to be planted.
Into the ground you wait for something enchanted.
Hidden deep beneath the soil and covered with darkness.
Sprouting roots from tears shed and flooding the ground with such fondness.
Tears from the eyes whether happy, sad, or anger.
Unborn leaves waiting to form the movements of a dancer.
In need of sunlight’s soft kiss, warmth, and tender care;
But too much of it, will be too much for it to bear.
What happens when this plant has grown?
Grown to its full size; beautiful and perfect, yet all alone?
Bearing fruits by the lot, ready to give and share.
Only to find out that this one seed has no pair.
Alone in the world, this plant; once kind and honest is now bitter and mean.
Just because it did not receive, now it hates all that is seen and unseen.
Uprooted from the ground with such anger and force.
And leaving one empty hole with indifference, no remorse.
This plant now dying, and struggling to live.
No way to replant, no way to forgive.
In the end, you are left with a shriveled up core,
And yet you find yourself still wanting more.
Be thankful that the seed grew steadily in your heart,
Rather than hating the fact that your muse did depart.
Please remember one thing; it’s that love is a seed,
And to have at least one is a reward indeed.