A Fertile Seed
Love is like a fertile seed,
once planted, it starts to sprout.
And creates feelings of trust
within two hearts plagued by doubt.
When sown deep within the heart,
love will instantly take root.
And soon the seed is no more,
for it’s morphed into a shoot.
Hope helps guide love's climbing vine,
as it entangles the soul.
And it grows ever stronger,
until half a heart feels whole.
As dreams take on shifting shapes,
thoughts of love begin to bloom.
And the weeds of doubt die out,
for hearts in love leave no room.
3/5/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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