It’s Not All Mary Poppins

this love is a weed

Off the Practical Man disk: “This Love is a Weed”.

this love is a weed
it’s not a fragile flower
it didn’t bloom in a day
it won’t fade in an hour
you can trample it down
you might think it was gone
but when you look around
it’s taking over the lawn

this love is a weed
that you can’t root out
and it’s stronger than fear
and it’s deeper than doubt
it’s a humble claim
and a green, green fire
it’s the flower and flame
of a soul’s desire

this love is a weed
it’s a stubbonrn seed
when the nights get cold
and it puts out shoots
and it sends out roots
and it just takes hold

it can raise a blade
from the deepest shade
it’s a rugged breed
it can wait for rain,
it can deal with pain
this love is a weed

this love is a weed
but weed is just a word
for what’s hardest to kill
that’s what I’ve always heard
if you’re looking for roses
they might not be what you need:
roses bloom and they fade
but this love is a weed.

I’ve always been a fan of weeds. Now I know why.

October 1, 2005 Posted by | Ottawa, random and odd | 3 Comments