If I love you
as much as I think
I'll let you be
the wind,
disastrous.
I am merely
a dandelion,
delicate.
As fate would
have it...
You blew me away...
But you,
the wind,
brought clouds of rain,
and I scattered onto a field.
All of me opened up
to you
and like nature
would have it...
I blossomed.