And then I reset...
As I rise from rest
I know a few things
One of which is simple:
Watermelon is the perfect fruit
The others are more complex
I can't really explain:
Love is elusive
It can be my best friend
Or it can be my worst enemy
However, I've had it best before
And...
Abelias.
Like the flower?
Not sure what this means
Maybe it's an anagram for something
Something largely important
Or someone
Who it seems as though
My whole life depends on
This one, I can't seem to let go of
Abelias...
I won't forget, I know
I'll never escape these woes
No matter how hard I try
I can never match that high
I can't even write a poem about other things anymore. It always circles back. Her love courses through my veins. I'll give it back soon.
