Love Blossom

My love is fragile but alive,

like a newly budding flower.

 

Longing for your warm touch

like a soft springtime shower.

 

Where I will colorfully blossom,

pedals stretching out to you wide,

fragrantly releasing its emotion

held deep inside.  

 

It will be prime for the picking,

a bountiful harvest you could reap,

a succulent gift of pure love,

and forever yours to keep.

 

It’s your magical life giving light,

that’s all it will need,

or it will shrivel and die

like a lonely forgotten weed.