Love from the vault

Poems from my teen years circa 1985

A short while ago, I found a dusty blue three-ringed binder while searching for something else. Inside were poems from my teen years, circa 1985-86. I am choosing to share them with you here. Whether you smile because they are corny or because you enjoy them, either way I made you smile so my work here is done…

My love is like a tender rose.

It has blossomed in your sunshine,

And huddled closed…

Against your harsh winds

Its roots are deep threaded…

In my heart,

Unwilling to release their hold…

Regardless of instinct and coaxing.

Its numerous petals

Contain all the gifts from my heart to yours,

Yet they are frail

Parting when no love is returned.

The stem is strong

With thorns to protect,

But love may drown

In torrents of tears

At present, the bud is huddled

Frightened of danger from your touch,

Timid to flourish in rays of warmth,

Peaking from between your clouds.

The flower must know that the sun

Will remain strong, not temporary

For the blossom again only to face coldness

Will surely mean death of the roots.

PS… I know this is not my usual Tuesday offering and I will not apologize… The sunny times where I live are short and there are days where I would rather be outdoors than in front of a keyboard. <3