If I were a bud waiting to bloom
I would choose to be attached to you.
Your branches envelop all that I am,
tenderly lifts me to taste the spring dew.
Yes, I would want your strength, my love.
If I were a green shoot peeking out
I would want to be planted in you.
Your soul nourished me all year long
and now I can pay tribute to all you do.
I can show the world the wealth of your love.
Sometimes I feel that I am your creation
that all time was building to this day
when my voice could reach your heart
in a flash of newly created green.
I am a product of your energy, your love.
Sometimes I feel that we have a destiny
I am to be this budding blossom
and you will always be the steadfast tree.
Author notes
Still working on this one - this is my first draft. I hope it develops nicely but any help is appreciated.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Seems this "bud of love" will become a beautiful flower before you know it. That is my fervent hope... metaphorically and literally.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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