Blossoming flowers…

Day 20/52

If there is a garden in haven, and you were the gardener, I wonder what that makes me?
a pollinator, or the flowers you grow
If you were a pianist and had the most beautiful chords ever to play, then, what would I be?
your keys, high tone, lower keys or either way at the middle C? I...I.. I'm left speechless.
Sound waves waving and flying high and you skidding through looking all brave, and I wondering, whether I'm a mere photographer or I should be something more.
Truth is you've left me down down and I... I don't think I can frown while you up.
Coz that's how magical you make me sway in the clouds.
You've touched my life in ways unimaginable in short a time and...
And I wonder why I still paly hard to love.
May be we could be way more but still I'm afraid and nevertheless, you hold me like a dear with all my fears.
No tears, I guess no seers too
I'd die if you were away, but all the same I freeze when you stay...
I guess that's what they call love
a blossoming of a new flower!!!
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With every new love that springs up, is untold light, magic and hope that arises with it. Along the way we seem to forget what this feels like and… well that would be the end of what would rather have been a beautiful and catching love story.

In this spring of a new love, is a new kind of life created, not tangible, but only felt. With it comes a radiance of joy and happiness. Smiles!…

And it gets weird and funny if one is complicated or at least, wishes to be so. Not so easy but yet still easy to be prone to the fall. It’s always embroiled and caught up in a certain weaving so tender yet soft…

In a similar manner is the likeness of poetry. It’s tendered and cared for, woven with love, enthusiasm to bring out the best of you. Wouldn’t that look or sound like magic?

we are lost if we don’t blossom…