Thinking love and why it is
the heart no longer moves
into a bed of roses
where buds are known to bloom
into their eternal truth.
It’s like a winter all year round
where all is covered on the ground
to prevent the coming out
of love’s amazing grace.
Perhaps the summer harsh and stark
caused a retreat into the dark
where hearts can stay as icicles
and not thaw into their truth.
But so it is from now till when
dead the roots in ego beds
and hearts are free to move again
unfettered by the false.
The false, the false, how true it is
when hearts interned as frozen buds
for fear of blooming visibly
into a world not ready yet.
You aren’t ready, that is true,
and so the world will never be!