There Are So Many Like You

 If I were to see you

This is what I would say

She is a garden

A flower garden

And what have you planted?

When I see her, hear her heart,

You've planted unkind, choking things

And all the beautifulness that she has ~

The heart of the Poppy, The slenderness of the Iris, the scent of Lilac, the intricacy ~ layers deep~ of the Rose, the delicacy of the Violet, the soul of a Peony, and it goes on and on

So conversation, oxygen, sunlight of love, water, nurture, tenderness, enjoyment

You could gift her

You could really see her beauty

Rather than hurling weeds and words

That cause shrinking, hopeless pain

Oh what a master gardener you could be

Oh what a valiant kind seed sower

Oh what life you could bring forth

But over and over

You've chosen the death of love

You've chosen weeds and ignorance

And in the end

She will always tend to her own garden

Bloom beautifully if she so chooses

Be the masterpiece she was always intended to be

She'll root out your weeds with constancy

And she will bless the world

And you?

You will have lost an incalculable treasure

You will have lost the garden you could have nourished

You poor poor soul

Oh, you have fallen so far from where you could have been!

This is what I would say

As tears streamed down my face

In disbelief and horror

At the error of your ways.