The Miracle of Love’s Rebirth
By Fee
In the barren grounds of love’s demise
She withers like a seed in the cold damp ground
A seed of forlorn loneliness left unattended
No more passion sparks, no whispered sound
Miracles move mountains or so I have been told
From one seed a mighty forest may grow
So slowly and silently the warmth of tender love
Like spring rains nourish natures show
From that neglected seed a tiny slip of green
A smile on her face like a bud appears sometimes
Perhaps her heart is warmed by the touch of lips
Like that bud needs to be kissed by the sun that shines
As these new blossoms burst like a rainbow sky
And as her passion now finds the light of day
To become a bouquet of sweet sensual delights
No more to be that seed once thrown away…
Beautifully done! I can't wait to see more green here. I'm eagerly looking forward to flowers and sunshine. Great imagery and message.
Sheila
Your Words Are Beautiful, and so true to the Hearts of Love needing To Be Nurtured.
Loving Write
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
psst....yes lets do the crutch :)
Very beautiful and quite a wonderful inspiration from someone that I know loves you very much dear Fe.
I enjoyed the wonderful blossoming of this poetic rendering "From that neglected seed a tiny slip of green" especially loved that line. However, the entirity is heartwarming.
Continued blessings,
~Gwendolyn
Sanja xo
Bless you my friend.
I've been pretty sick. My computer took a hit from one of Tampa
s notorious thumnderstorms. This is the second one since I've been here that took out something. It sure friend the brains of my old computer too. I had it on a surge protector but it came through my fax machine.
Peace and love,
Susan
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXOX Rose