You became beautiful.
I watched you flower,
'pon this dessert wasteland.
His vines branched forth,
From the roots.
Through fertile ground.
And upon a vine,
I found magnificence.
Colors which caught my eye.
That showered light,
In darkness.
Your flower firmly,
Attached to this vine.
This is where I found you.
Where I found love.
YOU ARE READING
His love for Me: My love for her
PuisiA collection of poetry written by Andrew Peterkin Copyright ©️ 2024 Book only on Wattpad. If anywhere else it's stolen.
