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Our love was like an
exotic flower,
We watered it,
Fed and cared for it.
Our tears are the water, our words food, our arms held it and cared for it.
We kept if free of debris and weeds.
We made sure there was plenty of sunlight.
We wanted all the world to see.
We each took our turn.
We did it with gladness,
Putting our precious flower out for all to see.
Then one stopped caring, slowly the care was left
For the other to do.
As things in life got in the way.
We become busy, things to do.
We always assumed
that the other would be able
To could carry the load
One day they stopped caring all together
The precious flower now drooping
As the sun didn’t shine like it use to
The water didn’t flow as freely as it once did, only half the words to feed it.
They no longer took turns caring for it.
The one carries the load. day in and day out, trying to give the love of two, from just the one.
Love is about caring and giving. One can not carry the load alone.
It takes the two to make the love complete.
One day, the two and not just one have to make the decision;
Is this worth the time?
Is this worth the effort?
Will the one be able to carry the load for two?
While the other one rests?
With any a love that is strong, both will be able to carry the load, during each others
times of fatigue and exhaustion.
Without the love of two, your exotic flower, once so precious and rare, will become like many other flowers, that has now become withered and dry,
and brittle and frail.
One small touch could break it into.
And you wonder, if it will survive just one more day?
One day the other comes back, ready to share and invest in their precious flower again.
Ready to take turns again, and share what they once did.
Only to find,
It has become to late.
The flower has withered away to nothing but a memory, laying in the soil.
What once was so rich
with love and caring, was now dry and cracked and nothing but a shell of the flower remained.
The other no longer able to carry the load for two, has finally walked away, unable to care and nurture the flower on their own.
Forced to give up, and
walk away.
---Tatty---
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