Love as Metaphor
The only alchemy worth any saltThe human race can learn
Is when you love someone so much they turn
From flesh and blood to metaphor.
My love is like a red, red rose.
And this magic’s ingredients
Is often found in humble things
Like how she dances when she eats,
Her shoulders swaying side to side,
Akin a willow tree.
And there’s a willow tree the way from work
Each time you drive through, igniting
Thoughts of her, deciding
A quick detour. All because
She dances when she eats.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-10-15 at 17:18
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