LOVE IS A BLOOMING FLOWER

I am (my love is) love

as if you are free rising winds
of life or arrow of roses
and thorns which disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads
speak with lighting;
my nature is natural
to love you as the plant blooms
and carries beauty hidden within
itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you
when the world sleeps I am there
I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds
and dense fog of sometime life
is difficult but mostly I am deeply
appreciative there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.

I love you.

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Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

There's a soft beauty here. The story and the presentation are elegant.

[E.P. Robles]

I am so thankful for your response. I normally write paragraphs about my poems. But this site does not seem to appreciate it. I understand. They want to analyze themselves. But isn't it unique to know what the poet was thinking when it was written?

[Coffee Vampier]

Yes, I'd rather love deep enough to ask why I didn't ask that question. I feel stale and forgotten... it make it hard to ask questions. I love the abilty to see where you were going with the ending very rememberable.

[E.P. Robles]

Never question your own poetry. Think of them all as your babies. Some are great and some are malformed. But NEVER leave them.

[Coffee Vampier]

I'm afraid of my art. I saved your response though. Its well written poetry.

[E.P. Robles]

Cecile, thank you so kindly!