A Heart Did Grow Through Nurchard Love Poem by James McLain

I nurtured love, her heart did grow,
With bushes green, a gentle glow.
But when I spoke not, kept inside,
The leaves took root, where love did hide.

I shared my heart with friend so dear,
And with each word, love was clear.
But when I spoke not, it did stay,
And bushes thick grew in its way.

I saw my neighbor come to see,
A pink ripe oyster beneath her moon.
He plucked it ripe, without delay,
Mouth on the meat, he walked away.