( CYCLE : LOVE TRUE OR NOT TRUE )
I was, my mother,your first rose bush
Thar grew in the garden of your heart
You bred me, nurtured me, loved…
But you planted a second rose bush
And loved this so madly, so much
That you slowly forgot about me
I tried to delight you with my flowers
I tried that don’t prick you my thorns
When you picked my flowers for bouquet
For a vase of your memory and joy
Without your trust and your love
I was a little sick and grew little wild
In your heart garden on the sidelines
My flowers still smelled and smilled
I grew up on sidelines of your love
But i didn’t want your love to steal
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People who don’t shine with unreflected charm
Who are not loved and to love unable
Such people often become robbers of love
They tirelessly try love to steal,to gain
A love between woman and man
Between a parents and child
Between siblings and soulmates
Such people still try love to gain
Such people can be insidious more
Than biblical from Eden serpent
Who Eve, Adam’s wife tempted
She to look weakere’s love prefers
Less rooted, homeless,neglected
It’s better you didn’t meet in action
Women or men – hyenas
Women or men – spiders
Women or men- mantis
They lure and grashp love
Into embrance of their traps
But love there dying slowly
Or slipped away, takes revenge
A thief’s heart turns into zombi
Robbers of love lose everything
They have left good,beauty nothing
An icy desert is their sad world
Cold frost their children’s blood
Love can not be stolen or begged
It must be grown from divine seed
God it gives everyone at soul’s birth
Find grain, learn to care, share it
This is priceless, our immortal gift
( March 28, 2025 )
