A Gardener’s Love Letter

I love you, I’m sorry… I’m sorry I love you.

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

She held the candy in her right hand and softly sucked the sweetness from the outer coating as she read his heart, so innocently cast on the crumpled paper.

Forever

I have no right, nor power to deserve your love

You are such a beauty, heavenly sent from a higher state.

I am but a peasant with a bursting heart that drowns

In desperation, engulfed in waves that cannot abate.

How can I love you when you are the mist that circles the morning forest raising the pulse with feathery dew?

How can I look on you when like sunshine breaking through clouds you warm all hearts that are fair and true?

I wish I could be but a bird and float on your heart,

Then I could forever be beside you, never to part.

But I am not so lucky and the fates are tearing us asunder,

Have I been a fool, fallen in love just to hopelessly blunder.

If that were the case, then I would happily fall to my doom

For to know your lips was to kiss nature at its finest bloom.