I love you for any part you offer.

Dear Clove, I love you

though your love to me is as bud.

Dear Rose, I adore you

though your love for me is as petals.

Dear Cherry, I cherish you

for all your love of berry.

Dear Poppy, I am happy

with you, for your love as seed.

Dear Croton, you too I love

Though your love is only leaves.

Every plant is of my love

as I know their limitation.

I don’t expect that

I woo each plant to seeding.

I confine myself to the availability,

From where I draw my sensibilities.

I live and plants live.

The love is not scorched mid way.

03.05.2001