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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