Harvest
My small dove how I long to see you so
Your memories cool like rain on my cheeks
I have searched long, for you, the one I seek
You are to be the one, which I bestow
My cold empty heart, but for you it glows
I have fallen for someone so unique
You have risked your heart for someone so weak
We have sown the seeds now we watch it grow
We must nurture and care much for our seeds
Water and fertilize them with our hearts
Watch as they grow and grow infinitely
Worry about taking care of it’s needs
Wither as it destroys all of our parts
Then reap what we sow indefinitely
This poem is about:
Me
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