Wednesday, September 15, 2010

inevitably unstoppable

My mind has a fear

that if I allow myself

to feel this Love

I will soon be hurting

for they say

“love doesn't last.”

but my heart

doesn't remember hurt

and now it's too late

the seeds of passion

have taken root

in the crevasses

and the memory of your face

is the sunlight that nourishes

the sprout

of a glorious tree

waiting in the future

for you to climb it

and pick its fruit.

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