Do not love me, I warn you.
My heart is a desert;
it is vast and empty.
No one can control my unruly behavior.
Your love, I will neglect,
till its shriveled to dust like a plume in the sun.
Your affection, I will consume with ferocious storms.
My essence will drain your beautiful vibrato,
till it's no more than a soft sob.
What I am, I cannot help.
It is what nature intended me to be.
But oh how strange!
You, a cactus, can survive my nature.
Small needle like tendrils protect your limbs.
When neglected, still, you radiate with life and thrive.
You are my aquamarine, my desert pearl.
You are rooted, connected to me.
Standing still, with palms reaching high;
you wash yourself in my desert storms.
Your beauty is embellished by sun and dust;
verdant skin, tough as steel holds electric
power over my desolate heart.
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All Things Nature
PoetryThis book deals with nature, in all different forms. (I am not the creator of any of the art works used for this book.)
