Evolution

His heart had opened

and a short stem of a crumpled up rose revealed itself.

It was for her.

Kept in the depths of his soul.

Free from harm.

Was what he thought.

But when he noticed the blood seeping past the thorns.

He was now witnessing its petals torn and their edges bruised.

Then,

He began to realize what she meant.

How could a flower bloom if you don't give it enough water.

She asked him with her head on his chest.

He shrugged and asked

what difference would that make.

It makes all the difference.

How do you expect anything to grow if it isn’t given the proper care.

The right amount attention.

That crave to love unconditionally.

The flower had died.

but his love for her was tremendous.

So he went on his knees with his face buried in her chest.

And he asked her to create a new one for him.

She did.

And he nourished her love.

Until all he had left were the undying petals

she left behind.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared Marissa.
"She did.
And he nourished her love.
Until all he had left were the undying petals
she left behind."
I like the above lines. All of need to be reborn. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote