Perhaps one day
the ink that I
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Will form into a puddle
for you to jump into,
Only then will you know
Everything I write
is soaked in devotion
for you.

I was ready to
take the leap, but I choked on
fear of losing you

Sharing her beauty,
Mother Nature wears flowers
In her sweet green hair

Glowing with wonder
Her aura breaths through the airs
Natural essence.

Unable to fight
Her petals taken away
Replaced by buildings

Yet remains patient
Waiting for a hand to plant
Primordial touch

One tree left standing
Each leaf blowing in the wind
People walk on by

Only to receive
A fur covered paw, wet nosed
Kiss and tenderness

Where memories of
beauty once blossomed, now part
Of yesterday's past

Because nature is
a giver, a mother that
we take for granted.

Howling fur shivers
Through the snowfall leaning on
A rock at moonlight.

Tooting swirling eyes
Watching and listening for
a little brown mouse

I would not want to
spend, a second away from
you against my chest.

If I whispered in
your ear, what you want to hear
Would you stay, my dear?