Hello,

thanks to an hour at night, I got carried away with a little new project. It will be the first part of my work, the second part, the counterpart to this somewhat dark epic, I will write when the opportunity arises.

The piece addresses the doubt that sometimes comes involuntarily in a relationship. Everyone will know this, after all, there are not always happy moments in a relationship and doubts come naturally with love. The piece is a little epic in itself, as I mixed the metaphor of "hydrangea heaven" with a little kind of relationship crisis, i.e. in this case the doubt is processed together. But of course there are also cases where you eat away at the doubt and there is never a debate - but that's exactly what a relationship lives from in my opinion. You can't look into the other's brain. A relationship cannot be established without trust and hope.

* cough * So, after this view of me xD, I hope that you like my little work to some extent. Criticism is welcome ... maybe you are inspired ^ .-

Long live love Your shizun
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En dans un ciel d'hortensia


"The whole thing is just a misunderstanding."

I cannot say that I would be mad at you - on the contrary.
The emotions that I once tied myself to you
how unshakable
the ever-blooming hydrangea
have withered.

"Let's talk."

Once upon a time colorful petals withered,
that fall on my lap in those moments.
The only emotion:
disappointment
The only finding:
I seem to doubt more than you, my love.

"Why do you doubt me?"

My brow furrows, try to understand.
"Why?"
Is it in my nature?
To doubt more than you, my love
I have often thought this."Yes"
You would confirm this with a confident smile
and want to take me in your arms again
The withered hydrangeas
tentatively sprout wanting buds.

"Now please tell me what I did wrong."

But also the small flowers
break, fall and whirl in the wind,
up and away.
No hope it seems.
I'm getting away from you
You come closer
I back away even faster.
You look at me, also at you
I think I'm slowly seeing the expression that adorns my face.
You, my dearest, who seems to be at odds with himself.

"Please ..."

The flowers continue to swirl, but new ones keep growing.
Hydrangea flowers in a sky
of a thousand and one colors.
Slowly I look you in the eye.
My emotions return.
A thousand and one emotions
are reflected in my face, but my mouth is silent.
The less you seem to understand, my dearest, the more worried I am.
My eyes are crying.
My arms are shaking.
My mouth is shaking.
The end seems to be at hand.
And you, my love, stretch out your arm.

"At the beginning you said you were a 'man of action' ..."

The hydrangea sky is darkening
from too many swirling broken petals.
The magic seems lost.
You, my dearest, who seems to be at odds with himself.
"A man of action"
But where are your deeds?
Are they hidden behind the flowers?
My hope fades in the dark.
I just look at you.
Tears run quietly, my voice trembles.

"Do you understand now ?!"

Total darkness
from flowers
Two glow faintly, three here
The shine within reach, and yet so little time.
You, my love, smile sadly.
Your mouth is also silent, mine shakes with tears.
The tremor of fear of that darkness has gripped my whole body.
Nothing seems to be able to hold me.
But your hand, still outstretchedgently brushes mine
in a breeze of glowing petals in the dark.

"Come here."

No reproach, just a hug.
You, my dearest, understand.
I, the one trembling with fear, fall trembling,
powerless in your arms.
You, the one who understands, catch me, surround me
before the dark.
My trembling hand
shining blossom seizes you in the dark.

"Thedoubtwas so strong ..."

While I, your dearest, wait for rescue from the dark
increasing fear mixes
under the waning confidence:
doubt
But it was only a moment that I, my love,
was devoid of any emotion.
The colourfulness of hydrangeas
light up my heart
and the ever growing buds
shine in new colors and blossoms.