I've seen how us endeavor
bear fruit and grow but-
like what you’ve said in Songs of Solomon
“do not awaken love until awakes on its accord”
Feelings should not be stirred too early
Let them sleep until
it’s time for them to awake
One season will end,
and one season will begin.
We are on summertime
We harvest joy and inspiration,
but God I know the foundation of
what spring will bring is not yet sufficient.
For now, I let the autumn leaves fall and see its beauty
I really thought
We were headed down that road
but here my heart purify it now
and be in your hands until it's ready
to feel someone's warm and embrace
Prompt: write about the love that withers and bloom