Love is like a Flower

Love is like a flower.

when it is plucked,

possessed

against its will

thrust into a vase

it soon

fades away

dropping petals

like tears

drooping

crumbling

dying

a youthful

untimely death.

yet,

leave it be

where it

truly

belongs

free

and

uncut

it multiplies

its sprouted seed

spreading like

a vibrant

colored

kaleidoscope

vine

enduring

through

each spring

fulfilled

in

endless

seasons

to

come

as you rock

steadfast

old and

grey

in your

easy

chair

remembering

well

the

beauty

and the

bounty of

the

garden of

your life.

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