Flowering Words Flowery words flowing on a page, Are like a duet on a stage. They dance, they pull, then depart, While they grab at your heart.
Stars glinting across a stage floor, Creeping through your soul’s side door. Choreographed spontaneity, Exposes your inner frailty.
Practiced and rehearsed to perfection, Solely to pull your heart to subjection. And, once the adulation comes to an end, You are left to cry, toil and mend.
Flowery words are nothing more than a show. Words, no matter their beauty, do not grow. True flowers grow from deeds. And, true love grows from these seeds.