Seldom known Value

Would you be the water

To meet my evaporation and transpiration demand?

For your existence is my life,

Would you flow towards me always?

Lest you fail to descend from the firmament above

Or crawl up from the earth beneath,

Or creep around my roots from elsewhere

I would still strive to survive.

I would exert myself into physiological resistance.

I would close my stomata partially,

But still wait with the radiance of hope

Of you coming to quench my thirst.

My leaves may droop

The sequel would be nothing

But the abrupt seizure of my growth.

Yet, I am determined to wait.

Hoping that you won’t let me

Go to the extent of my cells becoming flaccid,

I would await your arrival

Until my stomata couldn’t resist the permanent wilting point.

But would you still be flippant?

Would you let the petals of my love to shed?

Let the foliage of my feelings to wilt?

Let the pride of my petioles to droop?

Would you let the fruits of my desire to drop?

Let the unopened bud of my exuberance to wither?

Let the roots of my hope to dry?

Let the bark of my emotions to split?

Would you let the waves of my love

With the highest amplitude of all

And the magnitude immeasurable

To ebb in the distance?

A day when you wet my soil of existence

With all the brooks of the world,

Would be the very day

When I can absorb none.

Neither your words of commiseration

Or your rueful moan

Nor your agony of forlornly cries,

Would spring me back to life then.
All that would remain would be my epitaph.