Botany of Love Poem

I guess that’s just how it goes

A seed was planted,

But it’s up to us to make sure it grows

Busy bodies can not water the earth

And God was busy with other loves

Our roots never grew and somehow it hurts

But I move on when push comes to shove

It’s easy for me to blossom, to spring buds of red

But you were too far away for me to plant roses in your head

Stretched out arms and hungry heart, leaves watered with tears

Salty conversations and ignorance plead

For a botanist with a pair of shears

Cut my buds (I cry) and dry them upside down

Preserve my petals though they’re shriveled and a little brown

Dissipated perfume, withered head and crumpled leaves,

But I’m still dangling in your memories