I stared at the pond for hours
Dipping my index and letting it drip
A rustle here, a rumour there,
Wouldnt stir my pouted lip.
In the green I didn’t note you.
No bark or howl did you insist.
I had defied your mild chirping,
Untill I saw you wearing mist.
Green frog, looking upwards.
Slight, but surely there.
Please stay here, pondside with me,
In this sigh im glad to share.
This poem is about finding love again when you were sure you couldn't