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Is this Love?
I found a pot with some soil and a sprout peeking out. A sprout made of wisps of green. It's too soon to know, is this love I have found? Because you know, I didn't see the seed.
It could be infatuation, or lust. Maybe obsession or a passing fancy. All the sprouts from each of those seeds seem the same when they're born and the only thing left for me to do is to wait and see.
Ah, it's no longer just a sprout now, it's blossomed so beautifully. What else could this be? It has to be Love, so majestic and hypnotizing.
My radiant plant has thorns that sting when I handle it hastily. I must learn to treat it much more gently. But too gently and it starts to wither, the special care I give it is more necessary. In the beginning it was as if I could do no wrong. Any care I gave it, it grew strong. Now it seems more fragile, a wrong move and it won't be long before it's gone.
I made a mistake. It's dying. It's light is fading slowly... Can I save it? Or will I lose it? This Love that means the world to me. It all the depends on what I do next. There's still a chance I know, because I feel it. It's struggle to live beside me.
It all depends on what I do next... the life of my Love, depends on me.
a Prose Poem by LittleCely