Love Is a Blooming Flower

I am (my love is) love as if you were
the free rising winds
of life or arrow
of roses and thorns that 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 that 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 the
dense fog of some- time life is difficult
but mostly I am deeply
appreciative that there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.
I love you.

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