Oh, the loneliness of invisible love!
How I wish the manifestation was as
steadfast as the source.
I stretch my limbs up to the sky and hope;
I can see it in my mind–and how I love
watching the light in your eyes,
your delicate freckles dancing around each smile!–
but then I’m still replacing him.

I’m so small (just barely sprouting out from the earth),
and I already have more distractions than a tree has leaves.
They make him hard to see, and as they rustle about
in the breeze, I think it funny that
such tiny green things can pull me down!
(I sway in the wind he made)

One autumn day, those leaves will be dead enough to fall.
I will be left naked and weak.

But all that is left will be about to come alive.