The thread of the heart

Soft blooms glisten as the snow begins to melt,
the sun the only thing that brings them back.
They have so much in common,
yet only one sees the light when the other is gone.
I stand here in the meadow,
looking off into the storm.
I wonder deep in hard in that pit that sees no morn.
One thing weighs on my hearts.
Shall we depart as brothers,
or traitors to our parts.

~Jacob Jacobs

That is a very touchign deep poem, it's very well written... you are not allowed ot say you are not good... because you are really good