The Love That Grows
Love is like a plant waiting for water
that will quench its thirst underneath the sun.
It always hopes for the murmur of care
from the silver drops to fall, flow, and run.
Its blades remain green dancing in the air
as the breeze lets them sway to have much fun.
Its twigs become tough to weather the storm
because of the sprinkle that brings no harm.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2022
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