The tiniest of seeds
flourish when tended
even overgrown weeds
their beauty surrendered

Atirolopiuuk said:

deep...

Many thanks

Has she entranced you so
stolen you from my arms
whispering a sweet word
to you using cunning charms

Is this an ongoing thought?

Is the that the second verse?

syble said:

It is an ongoing thought, although separate poems on the same topic, they're about someone who is interfering in another couple's relationship, trying to steal her man. It's not necessarily one poem altogether though.

The fresh flower
you recently picked
lays by the wayside

withered, lacking power
dust clouds kicked
by passersby in stride

Atirolopiuuk said:

while the faded rose of your past
lies pressed
between the musty pages
of a forgotten book...

the blustery ill wind
blowing in from below
spins rage from within
yet dies mid-throes

and from the stirrings of the ashes
rises a phoenix of flame
the tiniest thread of light
whispers hope
to the night...