Poem #3

Words left unspoken,
Take root in my mind,
Sowed by your actions,
And watered by my heart.
I will let it grow
Until the branches are laden with fruit,
And when the harvest moon is nigh,
I will risk it all and ask:
“Does your garden bear the same fruit as mine?”
Hoping that I’m not making this up,
That what I reap is not the product of dreams,
But a reflection of what you hold inside.