Best Served With: Lighthouse by Patrick Watson
Imagine a rose to that gardener,
As he preens and sheens day and night,
She blooms in harsh and fair weather,
And glows in the darkest of light,
Captivating him completely,
Is there no justice left in sight?
For she defies his reality,
But deeply bears a careless spite.
O, how could he have known her stem?
When she herself was left unsure?
He gave his all for her reprieve
And naught but thorns did he endure.
He always thought you would leave, didn’t he?
But please don’t take this dream away from me.
The Gardener metaphor continues… Infatuation is a beautiful thing, it is the most vibrant part of love and often times feels like a tornado. It is surreal in that sense, and the object of your affection can do no wrong. But when that tornado dies down and life dishes out a reality-realizing slap, you may find yourself without that person. If that happens, you only have your memories with that person, memoirs of who they were to you, the dream of the love you shared together.
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