I know love grows
Yet sometimes its growth is painfully slow
That I just want to say goodbye and go
When moments are hard
And one is down and sad
I look into my own backyard
And ask where the love is?
For if love grows
When it is really necessary, why does it not show?
Instead love tries to hide away in grass that’s low
Or avoids those times by starting a gigantic row
Patience my dear! Says love
Time will tell
Things will flow
Eventually love itself will surrender and bow
2005 - Sylvia Chidi