Love is a Root

Love is a root that digs deep into the fertile earth that is our heart.
It yearns to find a hold, and burrows its hunger and thirst pushing aside any resistance around.

Love is a root that is the anchor to its flower above.
Its humble courage is to stay underground while the flower enjoys the sun's warmth.

Time wilts the flower as is well known, but the root will survive fall and winter's darkness and cold.
Spring and summer return, bringing another flower in fresh green dress and delicate petals and crown.

So it is that love persists if it is real, digging deep its root to see the rhythm of sun and stars.
That is why true love is blind to the harshness time brings to flower and leaf, and sees with blind eyes
the beauty within, the warmth and fire that reaches beyond what is hidden from sight.

Love is a root, and it is well it is so, those who cut the flower and discard its earthen soul,
will never know the rich, sweet flavour its truth so generously holds.

I consider myself wealthy beyond measure, my love, for you have shown me both the pleasure
of the flower above, and the treasure of the root that lives silently, strong and secure below.


Trudi Ralston.
May 30th, 2017.
For Michael.