Listening Is Loving
She turned my tears into essentials,
to garden my roses.
I'd bloom at her sight,
as nurturing as her words have been to my soul.
None could comprehend,
for love has blossomed into its rarest form.
None could sit still, attend to me attentively
until time told of a tale of new beginnings.
Heard. Seen. Loved, accordingly. ~
It beats me to compare a love like this.
22 July 2022
'Listening is Loving' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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