The moon whispered- plant the seed,
and I covered it with devotion.
The sun saw my work,
and smiled upon my fondness.
The stars whispered- you must water it,
so I gave my tears,
and my beloved drank deep.
The wind saw her drink,
and told me a secret.
Heartache is the only flower
which blooms from the seed of love.
The seed of love © Copyright 2015 Aarron Laidig
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Aarron: I like your poem, and offer an edit or three that you may like/use:
Title: Elemental
Moon whispered to me: plant the seed,
and I covered it in devotion.
The Sun spied my handiwork,
and shone upon my heart’s fondness.
Stars sang to me: you must water it;
and my tears did give it life,
of which my beloved drank deeply,
her nourishment replete.
Wind witnessed her deep draughts
and told me a secret:
Heartache is not the only flower
that blooms from the seed of Love…
I like that Joel. It is much more optimistic and warm than my version.