love and weeds

I cannot tell you
which is the easiest way out.
you see, we are not here to manufacture happiness
escape routes towards paradise
perfect lovers
that will take us and never tear us apart.
there is no shortcut
no simplicity
in learning the human being
you can try and fail
everything that matters must be grown
and if it doesn't
that only means it was a bad weed
not supposed to fit into your heart.
You must not be heartbroken over saplings
they are weak and fall under the force of winds
do not sit there and weep
wet their barren soils with your tears
you must find solid ground
and wait
until strong roots rise near you
trees that cover the harsh sun
seeds that nourish your generous soils
and that give flowers
to your dewy grass.
Live and breathe and share carefully
love is not an offering that can be given easily
to any empty shell of a man.