Sarah Barron Poems

Their once was a young man who wanted to become a Gardner. There once was a young Rose Tree that wanted a Gardener. They met each other one summer day and began what seemed to be a beautiful relationship. The Gardner was attentive of his garden along with his Rose Tree and the Rose Tree was so happy that its tender branches grew and it bloomed continuously for the Gardner so he’d always be happy.

As time went by the Rose Tree noticed that Gardner wouldn’t tend to her as much as he once did. And when he did he would cut away harshly at the Rose Tree. The Rose Tree being a simple plant who did not need much attention still bloomed for the Gardner. It seemed the more she tried, the more the Gardner would cut away and the tree was now nestled in the ground. Why could this be? He had a bountiful garden that any Gardner would have loved to have. What more could anyone want thought the Rose Tree.
...

Dinner and a movie
A scoop of ice cream in the park
A Saturday afternoon swaying together in a hammock
A Lazy Sunday morning eating in bed & laughing in each other’s arms
...

Burning with desire and yearning for each other’s companionship, They approach each other extending their arms & passionately embrace, their arms wrapped around each other’s bodies.

Separate the are alone, together they become one. Their bodies & emotions begin growing intertwined on each other resembling vines. As time goes on they continue to grow on each other immensely making it more and more difficult to break them away from one another.
...

Why you feel so right ….

You were an Acquaintance
You became my Friend
...

Purple blossoms & leaves dancing to a slight breeze in the air, above a couple’s head as they are inter-twined in each other’s arms.

The sun warming their faces as their hearts warm to each other’s touch.
...

Acquaintances they were...Friends they became …Lovers they are …

How simply it all began ….with his intriguing question to her….
...

If I could have know you, when you were
12 to share an innocent moment with you…
18 and a hell fire..to see that reckless side of you…
21 foot loose and fancy free….to share a club dance with you …
...

I find myself …Racking Leaves for hours
Throw them in the air and jump on the pile as if you were 8

I find myself …Stuck in rain
...

What my heart says:

Be yourself and give him everything you have to offer and have been holding back from for all these years. Be selfish take every one of his passionate kisses, his wonderful hugs and his ability to express himself when he sends me an e-mail, card or leaves a note for me. Continue to let yourself become overjoyed when you hear his voice over the phone or around the corner. Physically aroused when you see him. Let him see you blush when makes you laugh at the silly stuff he says when where laying and playing around in bed “who’s your daddy? ” How the passion and your bodies ignite with desire when you both kiss each other.
...