SEEDS GLIDE AS YOU BLOW
ON THE SOFT HELD UNIVERSE;
DANDELIONS GROW

EACH AN EASY VERSE,
BUT LOVE IS HARD.  TO PLANT WEEDS
TAKES YOUR BREATH – NO WORDS.

LOVE PARACHUTES SEEDS
SPREAD ABOUT ALL – NO BEES, BIRDS;
SOME LOVE  IS QUICK LUST.

LOVE IS HARD AND RARE
TO CULTIVATE, WITHSTAND DUST
A FLOWER NEEDS CARE.

The ease of lustful apathy takes breath,
but cultivated love is overstepping death.