Pomegranate Symbolism Poem

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I am more. The love you give is gentle. You unravel me like a prized possession.

No romance would terrify me but you. Your hands are soothing and patient. Take my body and heart by my leash.

The battles I haven't won, you understand and still love. You trace your fingers over every single curve and call them beautiful. You notice the scars I've had and don't look away.

The taste you crave but the mess it makes. You don't give up or get mad at me when I become too messy. My love, you are my enthusiast and my jailer.

But both go same ways. Remember, I'll be waiting in the garden.