If Love Be A Plant Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)
If Love Be A Plant
If love be a plant, what would it need
To well grow and bloom? That's a mystery
Lingering on and on in every person's mind,
Ever since the beginning of human history.
Love needs feeds, we're told, as many a seed,
Soil, water, fertilizer, and sunlight bright.
Amid which, money is roof, power fertilizer, and
Fame its light. So could it grow strong, and peril-proof.
But if all these satisfy, in security and relief,
Can it still be love, as true and pure the same?
Love is not edible, no food at all, to our grief,
It's more like scent of a flower, to smell, but
Incapable of touch, to tend to, like a belief,
Delight or repulse or both in the same instant.
It's not a bank account put aside safe.
That's my observation, and is the motif.
Poem by Petite(Ning Hsin-erh)
Can it still be love, as true and pure the same?
A good start with a nice poem, Perdita. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.
An elegant piece of poetry! Lovely expression! Liked the fourth stanza most! Thanks for sharing....10
The essence of the poem is - love cannot be defined. It is because, Love is God and vice versa. It is so simple that it appears to be complex at times. Thanks for sharing. Chandan
Love is not edible, no food at all, to our grief, It's more like scent of a flower, to smell, but Incapable of touch, to tend to, like a belief, Delight or repulse or both in the same instant.....lovely poetic expression! I get pleasure reading this lovely poem dear Perdita! Stay always blessed!
Love can be many things but it needs careful tendering. A wonderful poem.
I think love is a dense tree, it has roots and trunk, it has branches and leaves, it has flowers and fruits. Life beneath a plant of love is safe from the burning sun, below a moon and bright stars when pleasant winds make it dancing, love tree starts singing, listen to the music of this tree, at least in a full moon night sleep under a love tree, and dream what you never dream.
Allow me, to copy the rest of it: No need of describing the details of the dream, I know I am a regular dreamer. I dream and dream every night someone comes on the earth from the skies. A fairy or a star I don't know but it whispers in my ears, Your life has been increased for another lovely day. Thank you very much for the lines, Monsieur Jawad. Stay blessed.
Your observation is right. I like your statement that has been quoted below........ Love is not edible, no food at all, to our grief, It's more like scent of a flower, to smell, but Incapable of touch, to tend to, like a belief, Delight or repulse or both in the same instant. A beautiful poem on love shared nicely. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem was inspired by a casual discussion among my pen pals about whether love is with or without roots years ago.Time has changed a lot of things, so it has changed my opinion of love and life.Thanks for the reading, and I believe there's still much room for improvement.