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Seeds Of Thought.

Updated on April 12, 2011

Seeds Of The Thoughtless.

So much softer than a dandelion puff floating free,

in the gentle caress of a warm summer's breeze,

I remember how tender your love used to be

till your heart grew as hard as a petrified tree....

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Love so often mimes nature in so many ways,

loneliness much like winter, shares the gloomiest days,

love like tulips.... ruby red, must reach up to embrace,

all the passion of springtime sunkissed on their face.

Chorus-

Love changes so much like the seasons

first it's Spring ... as two grow to be one,

then it's Summer sharing kisses on beaches

sharing promises of what's to come...

Soon it's Autumn multicolored and splendid,

but it bears telltale signs of despair,

all we loved slowly dying, even though we kept trying,

with so much less left we can share.

Then the Winter of love brings cold shoulders,

Hibernation from each others hearts,

beneath blankets of white,

sleeping alone every night,

till the spring comes and finds us apart.

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Your love at it's brightest, like the splendor of fall,

colored all of my dreams back when we had it all,

but it came tumbling down leaving me with bare limbs

holding nothing but gray skies in a place you'd once been.

I'm that last daisy petal on a bright yellow spot,

plucked free in despair knowing ..."She loves me not."

I'm the shell of what was a sweet coupling of two,

washed up on a beach near an ocean so blue.

Chorus-

Love changes so much like the seasons

first it's Spring ... as two grow to be one,

then it's Summer sharing kisses on beaches

sharing promises of what's to come...

Soon it's Autumn multicolored and splendid,

but it bears telltale signs of despair,

all we loved slowly dying, even though we kept trying,

with so much less... left we can share.

Then the Winter of love brings cold shoulders,

Hibernation from each others hearts,

beneath blankets of white, sleeping alone every night,

till the spring comes and finds us apart.

Bridge-

An empty cocoon, my soul vacant will lie,

pondering how it once held such a sweet butterfly,

I'm a bee in a web that will not let me go

to my favorite flower that I've always loved so.

Chorus-

Love changes so much like the seasons,

first it's Spring ... as two grow to be one,

then comes Summer sharing kisses on beaches,

sharing promises of what's to come...

Soon it's Autumn multicolored and splendid,

but it bears telltale signs of despair,

all we loved slowly dying, even though we keep trying,

with so much less... left.... we can share.

Then the Winter of love brings cold shoulders,

Hibernation from each others hearts,

beneath blankets of white, sleeping alone every night,

till the spring comes and finds us apart.

MFB III productions

ArtWhimsically Yours Studio

 

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      jandee 6 years ago

      Oh! sweet romance,jandee

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      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      I love this MFB. But you do great works consistently brother man.

    • Joy56 profile image

      Joy56 6 years ago

      this is so beautifully written, with genius. How could she leave you, did you not write poems for her

      COME BACK, HE LOVES YOU.....

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      I wonder what kind of lover I am? I enjoyed this very much.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This is beautiful as always. I hope it's just poetic words. If she really did leave you, not to worry, she'll be back. She's in an empty cocoon too.

      Cheers

      PS I missed you .

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      Sa`ge 5 years ago from Barefoot Island

      Is not that shell look so beautiful as to be noticed on that beach, to be seen, then handled with such care, and looked at for it's beauty, then cherished as something special, even as it sits on a shelf in some room, somewhere?

      Great piece, i enjoyed it. :D hugs D

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      DREAM ON 4 years ago

      Your talent and the words paint a picture.Great job as always

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