“I love you more than if I were the mom
and you were the child,” she whispered to me
at the time, I think she was only three
or maybe five
but without a doubt
already wise
her heart so giving and so pure
better than she or I
loved chocolate, for sure
And with these words all her own choice
as this little game we played
that sweet unforgettable voice
said everything to me that day
Love, I do not know what you are
I let you come near again and again
but you always yank yourself away
I expose my heart to you
You take all the goodness
then you abandon me
Over and over this happens
no matter how I try to understand
the meaning of your name
I just wish you would not leave
this emptiness, so I could give
my heart to something other than
a thing called, Love
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This poem is for One Shot Wednesday
This world imperfect
yet beauty still surrounds
A war continues
though courage does abound
Effort required
but hope can still be found
Garden of new life
born from seeds spread around
Peace sown with your hands
grows over the red ground
Heartspell 