My Sight of "Love"

By Vi Hoang
October 29, 2024

My sight of “Love”

Love is like a flower,

They come in many shapes and sizes,

many colors and forms.

Dandelions grow fast,

 but are fragile, 

getting swooped up by the wind, leaving just as fast as they came.

Roses that grow alone,

 But they are strong. Protected with sharp thorns and

wilting, but never truly dying.

Orchids grow together, But fall when neglected. 

Not from each other,

held together with clips like handcuffs.

I want love like a tulip.
A Tulip that continues to grow,

Even after it's cut.

A tulip that always reaches for the sun,

Even when in a vase. 

A flower is worth more than any kind of diamond.

That is the love I want,

One that I will always search high and low for. 

But I'm stuck walking through endless fields of dandelions looking for a tulip.