Love Letters (Poetry), Poetry

Love Letter #155

My love was ripe

for the time being

but I placed it in an area

that didn’t have any sunlight.

The soil was tainted

and I almost lost my juice.

But I learned to get up

and move myself

to a place

where I knew I could be

prosperous

and consumed with love.

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