Love
It comes.
It goes.
It lasts
only when nurtured
like a garden,
tenderly,
carefully,
listening to the changing
seasons,
pruning deliberately
often
more on yourself
than others.
It is serene,
confusing,
passionate,
full of thorns
and perfume.
eternal only when cared for.
Ah, but when cared for!
There is magic.
Butterflies return season after season
and the simplest touch
breathes fire.
About this poem
Hey, it’s almost Valentine’s day. I had to write about love. “nuff said.”
Tom
Quarry House 
“Nuff said” with a smile! No matter the disappointments…no matter the failures the possibility is always there. Valentine’s is a sweet reminder and a warm nudge in the cold winter. Lovely poem – a true Valentine.
Ummmm, love this.