The Flower of Love
The flower of love seeks to bloom on my soil Heart beats faster Chest feels heavy for I am experiencing a foreign occurrence in my being What is love? How does it feel? How does it look? How can I experience it? I should strap some hooks and ropes to reel it in Drag it where I want it in my life then Voila! Love is finally mine It sounds simple Even if so, it's different in practice What is love if it didn't come to me in its own volition? Is it even love if I put restraints on how it's supposed to be? My soul feels otherwise I won't try to describe how it's supposed to be but I will let it flow out of me Let it pour on my skin like heavy rains nourishing the earth Let it quench my thirst akin an ice cold lemonade on a hot summer day Fit love like a glove I seek control but I cannot control you, Love What I will do is let you fill my mold I am what I am and what I seek is you Instead of trying to control what you are I'll open myself up to be filled by you right down to my hidden crevices until I overflow Right until my very offspring becomes what you are
