27 April 2012
Garden girl, You give me butterflies. You catch my eye. You capture my essence.
Your beautiful hands, tending to your garden- But why do you not look after me, The way you look after all the others? I feel so left out...
I wish I was more tender, as you are. I know I am not, but I always mean well.
I could watch you for hours, for a lifetime even. Pacing around your garden. Contented. Making sure everything is in order.
I wish you would tend to my heart, Like you tend to your garden. But I am nothing but a mere weed, Fire bright Dandelion.
But not bright enough to capture your heart. Like you captured mine.
Garden Girl • Opuss № I