Wednesday, April 16, 2008


a man once told me love was hard
that both sides have to feed
a flower that grows from the soil
needs water, sun, and seed
both bodies shields from wind and hail
sometimes a heavy snow
i didnt fight that fight back then
but the man he seemed to know
that without the other on the west
the eastern shield would fall
he begged me tend the flower
but my heart would not at all

today i think about the flower
a stronger one, i know
a bloom i wouldnt hesitate
to shelter from the snow
but this flora is a different kind
its petals never die
it stands strong without a shield
its blossom lifted high
it needs no aid from him or i
complete all on its own
its roots and stem are mighty
its weak as heavy stone