When love sprung
in my heart again
it felt as if it were to explode
with warmth.
Dripping down my chest
and *******.
That overwhelming sensation
of blissful starry kisses
on my olive skin.
What once was an abandoned sunflower,  
wilting, drained of her yellows
and greens
now blooming with life.
Her colors bursting in the sky
like fine oil paint.
Giving color
to my finger tips
and cheeks.
As she touches me
it were as if fire flies
grazed slightly against my skin.
How i missed
her sweet aroma.
It made my mouth water
for more of her.
Even her name
made me tingly.
Like a soft hum
of a song in a warm dewy night.
She was love i searched for
in books and poetry.
That broken love
that still lived by hanging from a single stitch.
We took that stitch and wove endlessly.
A beautiful blanket
that kept me warm with her love.
She was made for me.