Just For Fun || Love is the Potion

There is a timer set inside

The heart of every seed

Without gardener’s permission

Up sprouts the ready weed.

The snow melt quenches early thirst

When the soil is warm, it knows.

That seed without my worried glance

Will grow and grow and grow.

I need not fret o’er bloomers late

But give my love and cheer

To keep the heart safe, warm, and true

The soul, wet with my prayer.

’Twas made to grow. ’Twas made to bloom!

Days passing, I’ll not count

For every single, precious seed

Will find it’s time to sprout.