Love Bud

Like a rose so innocent
just starting to bud
taking its first mourning breath
tears made of dew drops
thorns as sharp as knives
digging into his chest
let her love bloom.

Sun plays peek-a-boo
her hands warm
tickles her baby's neck
waking her up
helping her to grow
to learn to love
open up to the world.

She reaches toward the sky
when Papa Rain comes in
begging for his love
attention is all she wants
a sprinkle of his care
drops to her eager feet
teaching how to love.

Gramma Moon is on her watch
as Mother goes to bed
shines as a natural night-light
a spotlight on her rose
Moonlight Beauty, she reminds
love from the heart
find beauty behind the thorns.

Weeds around her throat
vines hold her down
wind beats her up
blades cut her arms
she does not cry
pushes through the pain
makes herself love more.

Sister Frost covers the ground
Twin as a blanket of snow
Mother warms her up
as Papa cries his tears
Gramma can only sit and watch
as her beautiful rose
blooms her fullest love.

Taken from her place
shoved in a glass
to look pretty for her
not to shwo her love
that she was taught
a failure to her loves
disappoinment upon her.

A nose steals her smell
scissors cut her apart
slices his fingers
to protect her heart
No one to love her
she lets herself go
to wilt and die.

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