Love, like composting, by nature, takes time to nurture and grow, in rhythm and rhyme. It starts with small bits, like scraps of the heart, then layers of fond care slowly built up in part. The scraps seemingly useless- too broken to mend- blend and transcend with patience and warmth, into something new, rich and full of life, a foundation for growth, amidst the toil and strife. Like compost needing air, water, & sun, love needs care, communication, & fun. Love's to be tended, to prevent it from rot, to keep it dynamic and full of thought. Dear, take time, with your love, as you do, with composting, daily, a little more anew. create something, that's long-lasting & true, a love that's sustainable, and always anew.
P.S: At the outset, my poem adhered to a standard stanza form. However, I decided to infuse some playfulness into its structure, which resulted in it taking on the shape of a garden tool – the shovel. This tool is adept at scooping, mixing, and loosening soil and other materials, much like how communication can invigorate the process of composting. Thus, I deemed it fitting to use the shovel as a symbol of the transformative power of effective communication, an essential tool in the art of love too.