Into the chosen garden
love is sowed, and
Just like the crops
Love can run short of water,
and so lovebirds must hunt for it
so that love is watered.

Even before you have brought home
the water Love can get infected with weeds, and so love must be weeded.

Love shall then progress,
but along the way
Love can suffer from stunted growth,
and so love must be manured.
Love can get infected with pests,
and so love must be fenced.

And finally at the right time
Love grows ripe,
so love must be harvested,
love must be served,
love must be feasted on;
in life and after life...nothing else.


© taremwa