I tossed a
coin
That fell
deep in the well of your soul
I breathed
slowly into your lungs
I mended
your heart with my persistent care
And sowed
seeds on your barren lands with soft words
However,
stuck in my own well
Fresh air
was scarce; I gave you all I could gather
I cared for
little else
I watched
my seeds bloom to small flowers only to die
My garden
is wild, how fast you could get lost
When you
leave to find another place to rest your head
Some other
place to gather honey
Know that
it will be growing wilder still
If your
touch is tender and grip is firm
I might lead you further in
For now my
child runs from you
Hides in
bushes thick with thorns
I cannot
afford to have a wanderer
Lay hands
on her delicate skin