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Then I Met You
A longer poem about love
The first few plants I met
Just introduced me to the idea
I envisioned a garden
I envisioned a massive oak
Or perhaps a little tree
With infinite fruit
The first plant I looked after
Died
And the one after that
And that when on for a while
Then I got some hang of it
And tended a little tree for five years
Just as it began to blossom
I began to hate it
And again, the same fate befell it
Of course, it was me
Of course, my faults were many
And each dead plant taught me
A little more about tenderness
And then I met you
And all the training made sense
All the fruit I craved became apparent
You, that wilting plant
I took you into my garden
And you shouted for joy
And danced and sang!
I’ve never heard that from a plant
Until you
I’ll water and tend to you forever
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