Budding love

I writ your name on every flower, on every leaf of every tree,
With hope that one day as they blossomed
Your love would do the same for me,

So while I waited, frustrated remembered I a crucial fact,
Tends to take her time does mother nature
But my tender heart patience lacked,

So pleaded I for days and days, until the days turned into weeks,
Don’t torture me on the hands of time
Plant seeds of love in who my heart seeks,

And true it was, finally as any wish come true can be,
Our love did sprout and with us grew
But yet so fast I did not see,

With my spell cast, our good times past summer spring and autumn too,
And withered we like the fruits of June
In winter’s presence, you were not due.


Beautiful is everything that comes in its time,
As is a word ending a sentence carrying a rhyme,
Matters of the heart, you should not haste,
Or else life’s rich sweetness, bitter will taste.