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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