Two seeds dropped by the wayside.
Strangers on this earth found each other through patient strides.
Opposites they were, both North and South,
Bound together by gravity’s pull.
A magnetic force drawing them toward the center of love’s faithful attraction.
Side by side, these seedlings grew,
Sharing nourishment—knowledge, support, encouragement,
Bathed in rays of the sun’s future promises.
Years passed, and with each day, they grew stronger still.
But they couldn’t see it.
Their roots entwined, grounded—becoming one.
No soul dared to pull them apart.
What is the point of true love if it cannot be shared?
What’s the purpose of saying it if you don’t truly care?
Do you know its meaning?
Did you understand its origin?
They say actions speak louder than words.
If I had not felt love before, I would never have believed in it.
“You are mine, and I am yours,” they vowed on their wedding day.
“I am bound to you, my dear lover,” they repeated in unison.
Finishing each other’s sentences, knowing each other’s thoughts,
Truly synced and connected from the very start.
Most regret not giving love the time to grow—
Rushing into relationships and marriages, blind to its delicate nature.
Love is kind and beautiful, yet dangerous when misused.
Used the wrong way, it blinds us to the truth of ourselves and others.
Love is not one-sided; it’s shared, reciprocal, alive.
Look down.
Is your relationship grounded in entwined roots with your lover?
Are those roots planted in nourishing soil?
Can you trace back to when your love was just a seed?
Did you give it time to grow, shower it with water, and offer light?
Or are you planted in rocky soil, surrounded by weeds that choke you both?
You know what will happen if the scene remains unchanged.
The seed of love is sensitive, fragile, requiring care.
It must be nurtured in the right direction,
As a mother cradles her newborn child.
© By Vee Nelly
Author’s Reflection
I wrote Love Entwined as a mirror to my own journey with relationships—what I learned, what I mishandled, and what finally taught me the truth about love’s foundation. This piece isn’t just about romance; it’s about growth, patience, and understanding what real connection requires.
So much of my life was spent learning the hard way—believing love was a feeling, not realizing it was a process. I had to mature enough to see that real love behaves like a seed: fragile, requiring care, and never guaranteed to grow unless the soil is right. My past taught me how easily we rush into connection, blinded by desire, ignoring the work required to build something that lasts.
In this poem, the two seeds symbolize two people who came into each other’s lives with history, flaws, oppositions, and hope. They didn’t force their growth—they allowed it. They learned, supported, encouraged, and built something rooted, grounded, and intertwined. That slow, intentional process is what I now understand love must be.
But I also wrote this as a warning. Love misused can blind us. Love rushed can weaken us. Love forced can destroy us. If the ground isn’t healthy—if the environment isn’t nurturing—no vow, no attraction, no desire can keep roots alive.
This reflection asks the reader the same questions I had to ask myself:
Where is your love planted?
What are you nurturing?
Did you give it time to grow, or are you fighting against soil that was never meant to sustain you?
Love Entwined expresses my belief that real love is a commitment to growth—shared, reciprocal, honest, and constantly cultivated. It’s a reminder that love isn’t magic; it’s architecture. It becomes what we build, and it survives only when both people tend the soil.
© By Vee Nelly