Magnolias in Spring
Warmth, growth,
Smiles, laughter,
"I love you," it's almost an oath-
to someone you're with all the time.
Love, love, love;
it feels like a budding Magnolia
in the Spring,
Wide, strong, and beautiful...
That is love's true symbol.
Hate. Anger. Cold.
"Because I love you..."
It's not the same.
The simplicity of love,
you can't use it to shame.
"Because I love you,
I will be there for you, uplift you,
all these things and more,
Because I love you."
This poem is about:
Me
Our world