Some Lovers are Deserts

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Some lovers are like deserts, with parched hearts,

Sapping all energy, vitality, blurring the clarity,

With these lovers, love becomes a mirage,

These insensitive souls aren’t lovers,

They are just suckers of romance

In this barren land of apathy and unfeeling,

The shallow hearts exhibiting all that is superficial,

Oh beloved, I wish to sow a seed, with much hope,

A tender feeling, in your heart,

The seed of love, the seed of vulnerability,

In hopes of seeing a little flower emerging

I know my DNA of being a desert rose,

And I know it would blossom, surviving all obscurities,

Unstoppable to bloom and cheer,

Heralding an era of the sensitive tribe,

Growing, blossoming fragility, beautiful empathy

Einstein once declared, energy we cannot create nor destroy,

Only transform, it's never truly void,

I think of love as the same,

Passed on from lovers to grandchildren, generations,

Sprinkled like stardust with elation,

Invisible yet essential,

Love, trust, breath, and potential

I wish to seed this invisible string,

The sacred love in our hearts,

As a day would arrive,

When it would bear fruits,

Blossom in flowers,

No more apathy, no more deserts.

Feed love, Seed love,

Pay heed to love,

Let the world become stronger,

Through its vulnerability,

The super power.