Garden Of Love Poem by Mikey Estrada

Garden of Love

The garden of love is so perplex, at times you don't know what to expect, but for the most part you do not know what comes next.

All you can do is be prepared; Water it enough to show you cared.

Love takes time to mature and grow, I wish people would see that willingly enough to take it slow, Its just something I thought people should already know.

The flower I was caring for seem to be growing fine and well, but the changing of the seasons eventually lead to our final farewells.

You see things changed, I gave it everything it possibly required, but everything I gave was nothing it desired. 

It's taken sometime since to get over that loss, Realizing that the good and bad can eventually cross.

The April rain came right on que, picked my head up and let me know I'm one of few, patience is my key, especially when it's long overdue and now I'm starting to think what I hear as the rain fell is true.