Unseen

Growth is a labor unseen,
until the fruit is born.
Frustration has fruit,
sometimes, bitter sweet.
Beautiful on the outside,
sour instead of sweet,
pithy instead of firm and fleshy,
even perhaps seedy,
holding the sweet succulence
close to the seed pocket,
unnoticeable
until it is cut open
or pulled apart.
Love
should not be watched
with such scrutiny
as to bare frustration,
to bear frustration.
Love grows even in the dark
and heart's eyes closed.
Love can also grow,
in frustration,
a souls' soil of challenge
yielding its fruit.
Love?

Raine Les 6/18/2008

How very true