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.
Copyright © Laura Marles | Year Posted 2016
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