2nd sonnet

 

 

a green sprout comes out of the ground

joyful and full of hope, a new world to be found

as the sprout begins to live and learn

it grows into a plant strong and firm

every time the plant is emotionally scarred

a new thorn appears

its harder for the plant to let down its guard

as the thorns accumulate through the years

but with the tears come rain

and from the rain grows a flower

just as it takes true pain

to know love's true power...

love is a plant, you are the gardener and your only duty

is nurture the plant so it will emanate its eternal beauty