Souls That are Just Mates
They are important to me
like ladybugs are to gardens
With wisteria padded wrists,
a friendship bracelet that stays in bloom
despite the harsh winters, scorching summers, or barren autumns
They bring the Earth to me
They see my vulnerable side and question it none
I wouldn’t choose to let go
They are the climbing roses on a wonderwall,
always peeking over to lure the bees
For they hold the nectar that makes hives boisterous
A lovely flower chain like this cannot wilt if they clasp one end and I the other
We’ll remain as deep rooted as the hearts in our chests