Water For the Flower
Somehow I may still love you
for all frustrations find,
though rough and tumble you do,
your kiss is very kind.
You really may still love me
enough that you may spare
results that voids the cruelty
of poignant truths that care.
though each may love the other,
hugs tight the hurt of harm,
grounding the hearts of lovers
brings everlasting charm.
So now when things grow sour,
enlightening causing pain,
its the water for the flower,
that's love's hard-shower rain.
Copyright © Richard Craig | Year Posted 2009
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