When they grow, or go

Unfortunately, you don’t see,

the beauty in me,

but that’s quite alright because one day you’ll know,

how much I was will willing to grow...

with you,

it's heart wrenching and painfully true.

The love, I live, and breath in, is lavish for you,

but, away from me, you grew and grew.

When my body is stagnant too long,

My mind convulses into a wild waving frenzy.

I have to wonder how much longer you'll wander toward greener grass,

as sheep, we're made to rest in green pastures, alas!

My tears will forever-drench the grassy spot,

where, one day, I hope you'll sit; I'm praying this is our lot.