I could never give you all of me,
I learned, 
and unlearned,
and relearned,
again.
I could never give you my dreams. 

I knew the fear. 
But I didn’t 
see the nightmare. 

I planted. 
I grew. 
I sang. 
I knew. 
I saw. 
I, you. 

One space was always 
an absolute. 

One heart was always 
a beat. 

One time was always 
a battle. 

Peace&self-regard always 
as sun&soil. 

The Beast
was best. 
I was proud, yes. 

The Dreams
still grew. 
I was persistent, yes. 

The Sins
left scars. 
I was pure, yes. 

The Love 
was woven. 
I was prefect, yes.