Untitled Land

I found myself building a house in a piece of land,

Up through the hills, I became the one that shame,

Under the shadows of sun, some seeds i plant, but never really allowed to claim.

Dragonflies can pass through, bees can pollinate anytime.

Until I learned that insects are meant to fly away.

Fences are built, but title are never really meant,

Nowhere, You will never find any map in that document,

That means I can't introduce us to others because I'm stuck with the reality of "what are we?" 

A love that may exists, but visibily cannot be.  

I finally understood how wildflowers will bloom beautifully,

Instead of claiming for a title that never meant to be me,

I stayed on, I cared more, I loved more,

But never truly claimed as his

own.