Growth Of A Rose Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

If there is one thing I know about me,
Is that I am very needy.

I am not sure if it's because I have been spoiled from an early age.
Now reaching this independent stage,
I am at times filled with rage.

It's frustrating,
To do so much on one's own is quite demanding.
However, I am beginning,
To view aspects of life which needed appreciating.
Such aspects of life are beautiful and exhilarating.

It can all be very tiresome,
Having another half in life could make it less cumbersome.

It works hand in hand doesn't it?
You take care of them and they take care of you.
You give your love and take theirs.

The extent with this sharing mechanism must be less,
Than caring all for oneself which can cause ultimate stress.

Otherwise I don't understand the point,
In creating such a joint.

Yet I have seen persons…
Where serving another,
Whom they called a lover,
Became a pleasure.

Them being with each-other,
Made me want a together.
To see something or someone when all that comes to mind is forever.