love the person whom it isn't easy to,
where we find hearts hardest beat.
pasts pain that holds back from bloom
don’t hang this heart in defeat.
it’s petals will still spring buds anew,
love is closer than you think.
for ‘Love’ is,
to love the ‘you’ you’re offering.
grow from within first, to reach out,
roots spread, to hold longer branches,
and fall short when watered with doubt.
turning trust to lust and torn into ashes.
loves whisper can’t be heard if we shout,
its voice is yours my dear, not thiers.
time is worth it’s weight,
and finding yourself amoungst it.
if you love yourself little,
so will be your love and what you own.
so love yourself a great deal,
and grow colours you forgot you’d sewn