Love is a Bloom Becoming

Love is a lean-on-me learning

A living Giving grace

A rudiment where common cares

And heart-strings interlace

Love is a bloom Becoming

As blushing rose of youth

Begins to bear the weathered hand

That prunes with timeless truth

Love is a second-mile runner

It does not rule with fear

Or love becomes a landmine

And each step a trembling tear

Love is a heart that listens

Its touch-by-touch immersed

Not in the ploys of me-me-me

But choice of ‘others first’

Love is a letting-go lesson

That fills fingers uncurled

Not with the weight of ownership

But with love's whole new world

© Janet Martin