The Everlasting Flower

Unrequited Love

2 min readAug 22, 2023

No, I don’t think you owe me anything, actually

I think I owe you a hell of a lot more than you do me

The blue skies on a summer’s morning and the crisp wind

On a winter’s night, you gave

But I never give, only take, only take

I think I owe you the white clouds and the white stars

But I never give, only take, only take

Do you think I am worthy of love, your love?

Or should I suffer, rot, as you do now?

I think I owe you the water that makes the grass grow and

The daisies that blossom amongst the weeds

And I mustn’t forget how you brought the sun and moon together

So that I could have the light, and the darkness: hope and peace

But I never give, only take, only take

Butterflies fly high

Higher than I have ever gone for you

I watch the two of them dance like wild flames

They are one and the same

Frogs take a leap of faith, sit on their lily pad, then splash

I watch the frogs paddle away in unison

They are inseparable

The robin chirps; it’s found a worm for one

But saves it for supper so they don’t go hungry

But I never gave, only took, until

Until there was nothing, nothing quite left to give

I am the bee, and you are my flower

You give me pollen. I don’t want it

But I take it because that is what you, and

Everyone expects of me

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