Unpredictable
Love is unpredictable,
one minute you are in it
and the next it is out of bounds.
You cannot predict it
from one day to the next.
Like flowers in the garden
if they are not tended properly
will shrivel up and die.
Love is just the same way.
If it doesn’t get the attention that it needs
those within it will simply melt away.
25 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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