Love is like a seed in the field
When it is left so alone and unprotected
Before you know you'll lose that special seed
To the wicked crow or to the harsh elements in speed
Love needs to be nurtured by man
And woman equally to be a lasting bloom
As spring flowers are tendered by daily sun
And nightly stars to bring about the fullest blossom
Love cries in silence with teardrops
If he-heart and she-heart don't discourse
As would the sea if Mermaid no longer swims
Or, she never sings or is seen in her beloved channels
Love; to our love, let it see and feel
It's wanted and loved more than treasure-trove
Like sun is burning and dispersing the clouds till
Her sky is warm, cerulean and kind for her floral love
