Fields of Love
By Mike Nelson
As I walk through the fields of love,
I find sometimes love was not kind to me
or was I looking at the wrong flowers?
No, it was the right flower.
But I was young and so was she.
Real pretty flowers never see their beauty.
They are strictly there to be smelled,
Tasted, and enjoyed for their beauty only.
Never Picked!
So once you pick your flower,
Her beauty fades quickly
and so does whatever she saw in you.
They only retain their beauty
if you can make friends with them
and if you both find a common link.
You’ll then find all the beauty you seek
and all love will follow.
At this point other things happen.
Your love for this precious flower will grow
as will her love for you.
It will grow into a lifetime of happiness.
But if you ignore or mistreat your flower
its love will die
because it cannot understand your change.
Maybe you left your field of flowers
and returned thinking just by returning
the flower’s beauty and love will still
be there for you, but it can’t.
It’s now turned into a crippled, tangled mess
that even your returning tons of love
and attention can’t change.
But no, it is gone.
Like all love once abandoned,
it either dies or moves on.
And then the process is hard for both.
It must be pulled up by its roots and moved.
Roots attached to an ex-lover, husband or friend.
There may be children to move also.
And all these roots now lay ragged and exposed
to whatever finds them.
Remember most of the time
true love lost never returns.
The garden now lies abandoned because
somehow the roots of other flowers
and plants were entwined and they also died.
Now as you look around,
all that remains is not pretty anymore.
That great and wonderful smell that once
filled all your senses is gone.
Their beauty is gone.
Your hate is immense
So you run through your garden, Mad!
Ripping out all that is left with any beauty.
Now exhausted, you sit down
and hold your beautiful flower in your hands.
And it is at this point in your life,
you finally realize how fragile
real love and beauty are
and how deep the roots of love grow.
Once removed through neglect,
abuse or abandonment; all is lost.
Your garden dies along with
a large piece of your heart.
Water your flower daily with care.
Remember this garden belongs to you
and this beautiful field of flowers
you love is needed
and worse demands your love.
Are you the right person
For this field of flowers?
Or maybe your only fault was in picking
The wrong flower.
