Love Is A Seed Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

After almost like vast eon,
you are here like apparition,
hit me, as if with a truncheon,
with a somewhat inane question.

You ask if I still love you
like I used to say long time ago,
for the nth time I will tell you
what I am sure you now well know.

Love, I told you, is like a seed,
to grow it needs to find a bed,
with love and care must be tended,
and with soil, sunshine, water fed.

But with a heart hard as stone,
you left my love seed all alone,
let it not grow, nipped it so soon
and bade it off to Oblivion.