by Jeremy Wayne Couch
You told me the words
I echoed them back
My words were a tree
Deep, secure roots
Tall, immovable trunk
Encompassing branches
Leaves bursting joyfully
into Life
Your words were a lovely flower
Planted in my fertility
I waited for it to take root
and Grow
waited
Waited
WAITED
Giving sun and water
Constantly nourishing
But your flower was barren
And bore no fruit
Loveliness alone does not sustain
My words, though not original
Were nonetheless true
Alas, they were wasted on you
A man who loves only himself