Love is a small plant

My love is a small plant. This is the truth. Inside of my body I don't have a heart but a plant. And I live in a middle of a big jungle. Around me there are thousands of plants and trees. My obligation is take care of some plants, of the people who I love.

In spite of a normal plant, water is not enough. I have to watering my plants with love, attention, affection,care, among other things. As a plant, It is necessary years to grow and be strong. Although, even being a tree can die if I neglects.

I'm without my woods, I'm living in a cold conifer woods. Those trees doesn't need so much cares, and my little plant is going to die. Once per day, my gardener, my love, she has the most beautiful heart I've ever seen, and I'm sure that some day this little plant is going to be the most perfect tree, this tree will give golden apples and will live in a garden of luxurious, love and happiness. She give me some cares, just enough to hold on for more one day. I'm sure that without that daily care, my little plant had died.

However there are some plants that I should care more often, some plants that gave me life and some plants that share with me the same genes. I'm afraid of some day, some of those plants die for my guilt.

It is almost winter, I have to come back for my love. My gardener is waiting for me. I can't wait to see the sun in her eyes, I can't wait to came back to my Love.