Two things may never be balanced,
If true love is but a shady transaction.
I feel the pain of separating from your soil,
But what it deprives me is untold.
‘Twas only the beginning of a dream,
One that could help ease my limp soul.
Then the wind might simply blow it away,
Leave me nothing but your fresh petal.
How I became possessed of you I don’t know,
I know you smelled wonderfully shy.
Coolly you reject my tender picking,
I had to cover my face to stop talking.
You left me thinking on my own show,
I found it hard to live without you.
Maybe it’s time to blame almighty heaven,
For creating problems I must resolve.
-John Carson in the middle of cogitation