Poetry For _____.

Lotus

Accomplished and almost alone,

This love is the greatest thing that I own.

The occasional pain full of joy,

the faces of our tiring struggle.

No one will ever understand,

that we worked for this love,

we cried for this love,

we'd fight for this love,

we'd even die for this love.

As stated above,

This love is a pot of gold to us.

This love,

an ever-blooming lotus.

Tears derived from frustration,

Not because we hate each other,

but because love is the ultimate understatement,

It could almost be an insult.

Every star and planet is found in his soul,

There is no one I could ever love more.

This match will never burn out,

This lotus,

immune to the cold winters,

and hot droughts.

MO 10.5.15