Ben, what a bitter sweet piece. You have a wonderful rhythm and rhyme scheme going on here with some fantastic imagery which I always love.
Title - now, this makes ones mind wonder do you love acorns lol joking aside.. I reckon the acorn is significant as they're a hard nut to crack with I think indicates the love you have is great when its cracked, just my opinion.
1/ This reminded me a bit of Romeo and Juliet because they both want love but are unable to be with each other without one of them getting hurt which is the dreadful cost they had to pay for loving each other and I guess they would have been lonely holding this love for each other unable to show it, I know the feeling loving someone who couldn't possibly know.
2/ You are tired and fed up and here something beautiful happens to you yet still leaves you bitterly confused.. Why should something beautiful just happen to fall and leave you baffled. Hmmm.
3/ What an ending. I love this because to me it's saying no matter how old you or your love gets despite the terrible things that are said (most probably in an argument) that your love will never falter which to me is a lovely thing as it shows a real, honest love and that's what love should be about, thick and thin, sickness and health etc but very often it isn't, unfortunately.
I couldn't help but think of poor Newton and the apple landing on his head. Either way a eureka moment, well told.
Life has a funny way of maintaining equilibrium, taking and giving. I remember my dear gran passing away not long after my son was born. I always thought that, and still do, that she is looking down on him/us.
Ben, just lovely write. It's difficult when the person you love doesn't feel the same. Then nature comes along and just about smacks you with that moment and clarifys everything in a cruel twist. Nature will always win that battle. Well done-
Your rhymed and metered poetry is created like a web from a spider's multiple spinnerets. Each line forms a thread to be entangled with the other lines and woven into a stronger cord.
It calls to mind Bogart's line in Casablanca: "the problems of [two] little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world." In the cosmic scheme what happens to these two people is lost in the complexity of galaxian events.
However, to the people involved, as with the solitary acorn, it matters a lot. Saving this acorn from the squirrels is like carrying the exquisite painful death of the failed love with you, endowing the essence of the episode into the seed - you have created a horcrux.
This is brilliant, Ben, and wonderful to read.
You always amaze me with your amazing writing skills...and your ability to take something as simple as an acorn falling from a tree and turn into an inspiring piece about love.
Take care :)