The mess when hearts collide,
Pain and loss, come with the joyful side.
Flirting with insecurity,
Praying for assurance – see?
Want control and outcomes guaranteed,
But all you can do is water and plant the seeds.
Watching as this flower blooms,
Beauty out of dust – no gloom.
But weeds can come and clouds bring doom.
Yet I’ll seek a sunny forecast with you.
Weary hearts inside our chests,
Bleary eyes find rest.
It’s the beginning of the rest,
Praying we pass the test.