My Love

My love is like a flower, it grows, it flourishes, it thrives, it shrivels up and dies. 
New seeds fall and sprout new pods, these pods meet and take the odds. 
I’ll bet my heart away each day and wait for the one who’ll take me away. 
Grace said how can you? But I can, you see, it’s a part of me. 
I can’t explain it so, it’s such a mock, I suppose that’s my woe. 
I’ll keep searching for my only hope, who’ll help me work out my place in this world.

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Beata Agustin

September 27, 2025 at 6:55 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Darlene De Beaulieu

February 17, 2021 at 4:10 PM

Hello Laura, welcome tp Poetry Soup. I enjoyed this poem, I look forward to reading more of your poetry. So nice to meet you. enjoy your evening my friend.