Love sprang from the earth
like a new tree grown.
Reaching, stretching,
yearning, for the sun.
Water dripped from leaves,
from eyes.
Thirsty, we drank.
Our roots holding fast,
against wind and storm.
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Thank you for sharing this lovely poem!
Beautiful poem! I put it in my writer’s notebook.
Lovely poem 😉 Love the simplicity and the choice of words.
A lovely poem–beautiful and touching, much like love!
Beautiful metaphor, Chrissa!
How beautiful! This poem captures the urgency of new love.
Such strong imagery. Beautiful, Chrissa! =)