love is
watching her grow

after

being watered
and attended to
maintained
and mended too

she was due

love is

the time it took, the patience
a calendar of seasons,
the waiting

guarding her best interest
from near and afar
the whole time
aligning almanacs and stars

she was planted before me
i, just handed the responsibility…

love is
how you make time
seem moot
getting her to barefoot,
from boots

all the socks she’s worn in-between
some for comfort
some weren’t clean
some had holes
some were never seen

love is
me wanting to see her toes
and being fine with tasting them
the wine of her grapes organically grown
no sense in wasting them

never done that before

love is
weathering the storm
an appreciation of the forecast,
no whether it’s warm
but warning her to prepare
being not vulnerable to go it alone,
because i will be there

Still

for even spring has its share of cold
and the summer won’t always present clear
there will always be an opportune precipitous cloud,
rain should produce hope, not fear

and then there is the winter
after the greatest fall ever,
we enter

love is

the explanation
talking about everything along the way,
the destination

every seed produces fruit
love is knowing how to eat it,
straight from the ground,
or as juice
the process depends on you

love is
serving her
in balance
and maintaining my effort
in challenge

even after time,

Love is so patient,

Love is ever so kind

and she is love.

love is mine.

-see

©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet