Poem about love.

I walk to see the flower I love

I walk across the beach.

I climb a hill and climb two cliffs.

Cos that is where flower lives.

Tempting thought 

persists my mind,

To take it home

To pluck 

To make it mine

And be together

Yet hands stay close

and lock.

The part of me 

I cannot see

Reminds me

How this goes.

When dressed as lover

Someone comes,

And take me

where they want.

I don’t belong

But yet I try,

To blend,

to fit

Belong.

I keep on trying

Until clear,

I tried too hard

too long.

I see the contrast

Clear from there, 

between the love and like.

The like is after plucking it,

Where love is worth the hike.

Tadeusz Wesolowski AKA Coach Ted