A new flower
My soul was a parched garden,
roses had stopped blooming on its barren soil —
And then you came…
You noticed a concealed corner of my soul.
You saw what others hadn’t seen before -
A spark of hope, a beacon of light.
You saw it and you clung to it like a drowning man to a life vest.
You watered and you nurtured its seeds,
watered them with love and tenderness,
made them grow stronger, more powerful.
«If you don’t believe me, look into my eyes»
«You’re broken, but that’s why I love you»
You laid my hand on your heart:
«Can you feel it? This heartbeat’s for you « and you smiled
Out of a well of self pity and misery you created a source of light and joy.
Now the once little spark is back from the dead:
a flower you created with your bare loving hands.
The flower so many believed was an illusion.
The flower you had chosen to have faith in.