Flowers in the field

Gift of love that is unconditional

The soil, so soft and warm,

like the hands of your lover,

The morning sunlight, removes the blanket of the night,

Open your eyes now, my little sweetheart,

stare at the four corners of the blue clouds,

 

As she wakes, she was the sweet rose planted alone with the others,

As red as her lips, and as sweet as her kiss,

She was dancing with other sweet flowers

But the dew became her tears, alone in regret,

Wishing she would wither and became black,

Loneliness is not her wish

 

Day shines for hours, night came into view

Blue clouds turn black as the sadness in my heart

 

Another flower not far, started to stalk prey,

As the sweet rose slept in sadness,

The fly-trap reopens his arms, sadistic glee of capturing the life of others

Like a machine, he eats his victim's flesh and he grows as hungry as the winter wolf

A merciless, sadistic killing machine, he was, the fly-trap of Venus,

And he stood there with an uncontent smile, as evil as ever

 

He never saw her,

She never cared at the world

They both loathed what they were,

One, a lonely flower, another, a machine

But it is not man, but fate who planted them

 

The winds blew, the tides changed,

Still they remained,

The grass between them grew thin,

The soil grew tired of holding them, and so they shared in one

And the soil they shared they called it love

 

So strong, the soil they stood, unshaken by earth and fire

So stable, the stood they made that the freezing wind never separated the two,

A rosebud and a fly-trap, ever so loved by another

The fly-trap learned to protect the sweet red flower, as he opens his arms in sacrifice,

Eating anything that would get close to them, even if it poisons him,

The rosebud learned to make him attractive, showering him with her beauty, making their apperance as one, so live as one,die as one, love as one

 

The remedy for death, a love so unconditional,

But one day, they start to wither, their leaves left them, the earth where they feed grew cold,

But their vines kept each other close, never ever letting go

Never did they lost the soil where they stood

And as fire rained down the skies, as freezing storms drowned them, they stood perfectly still

 

The fly-trap and the rosebud,

They burned together, drowned together, lived and died together,

Tragic, their life was, but not the love they've built

 

A love of so unconditional, they shared, they gave and they kept,

A love so unconditional, never separated them even from death

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A stunning picture painted with your words.. beautiful! Such love, such giving.. unconditional and eternal.

The construction of your post is quite exceptional, not wholly accurate meter but, that doesn't detract from the flow of your lovely words.

' And as fire rained down the skies, as freezing storms drowned them, they stood perfectly still '

Thank you for sharing.

[Kiya]

Wow...just...wow. The weaving of words is amazing, powerful and professional. Two different entities so unlike one another bound together for the harmony of both. Wonderful write! Unconditional love is a very wide topic, and it is illustrated beautifully in this poem. Keep on writing :)

[sutoraika]

wow, i remember when you told me that story about you and reina. beautiful