Love
it's hard to know
when it hits you
it's not like a
bullet in the chest
but more like a
flower

As a bud you
don't notice it
as much
walk by without
another glance
though slowly as
the flower blooms
each petal curving
beconing the sun
to pool in it's
creases
you notice it more
when you pass it by

The hues are brighter
the petals melt
one in to the other
painting this picture
you can hold in
your hands
now you can't help
but stop and stare
the flower that was
once a mere bud
you didn't know
was pregnant
with life

Love is like
a flower
You don't realize
it's beauty
even though it's
been there
all along