I saw you in a garden store
and loved you at first sight.
You seemed a masterpiece
of leaves that drank the light.
Calathea..
You’re not the kind of love
that makes me sweat and pant,
but still I love you and
cherish you, my plant.
I got you from the store,
for I could not resist
the way your leaves looked brushed
as by an impressionist.
Calathea…
You’re not the kind of love
that makes me sweat and pant,
but still I love you and
cherish you, my plant.
I brought you to my home,
where I have plants galore,
where I will care for you,
as one that I adore.
Calathea…
You’re not the kind of love
that makes me sweat and pant,
but still I love you and
cherish you, my plant.
Calathea…
Calathea…
Mario A. Pita