You might give me a bouquet,
A bundle of instant passion and
Try to capture and cage my heart.
But no.
I can’t be satisfied with your
Little gift.
Give me a seed instead, that I can
Water and see grow as the days
Pass by.
A seed, that will, after much care and hardship, will bloom a flower that’s so much more than a
Bushel of flowers cut off the base.
Give me a bulb instead that I can
See reviving every start of a season.
A bulb, that I can be sure will live
Forever as long as there is sun and rain.
Unlike your offering that
Will wilt Off no matter how much light and water is given.
Give me your life instead
That you promise to be bound to mine
For years to come unlike your sudden liking that will die off tomorrow as if it
Never existed.
