Love (original poem)
Love
Beneath the willows of a crimson smile
Lies the potential for unknown bliss
The mystery of captivating newness
Is where the first connections are made
But this is just a bud not yet in bloom
Through the years of ups and downs
The spark is kindled in to flame
We wrap together as a root in the soil
Becoming as one in the dirt of each others soul
The tree is singed by flame
It returns anew to life only to burn to ash again
The cycle repeating
Will this be the end or will we conquer
Will it end as one mighty triumph
Or will the tree burn to the ground never to sprout again
@originalworks
The @OriginalWorks bot has determined this post by @timspeer to be original material and upvoted it!
To call @OriginalWorks, simply reply to any post with @originalworks or !originalworks in your message!
To enter this post into the daily RESTEEM contest, upvote this comment! The user with the most upvotes on their @OriginalWorks comment will win!
For more information, Click Here!
Special thanks to @reggaemuffin for being a supporter! Vote him as a witness to help make Steemit a better place!
This post recieved an upvote from minnowpond. If you would like to recieve upvotes from minnowpond on all your posts, simply FOLLOW @minnowpond