| In restless dreams, I wandered Through forests green and gold, Searching for my heart's desire Or whate'er my fate would hold. Among the fallen leaves and twigs, The memories there abound; I curried and combed them, endlessly, For the remnants of love I'd found. At last, I found that undead seedling, Misplaced so long ago; Which never had the chance to root, But yearned for its place to grow. I held it tightly to my lips, As tears of love were spilled; At finding my soulmate there, unloved, My heart was overfilled. Wishing sometimes helps the dream To bring itself to life; For, now, I 'll replant the seedling; And beg her to be my wife. © MadPoetnExile |
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