You can’t stop the grass
from growing
the wind from blowing
people from knowing

I love you

I tried; but it’s impossible
I can’t hide my love
I wear it as a peacock’s feather
But it’s not ostentatious
just elation of my pleasures
of being in love with you

It’s not something I choose
to fight anymore

What is love
if it’s hidden
It’s meant to be given

What you do with it
is your choice

You can cut it down as the grass
but it will grow back up

You can nail the windows shut
but you’ll still hear the howling of the wind

You’ll feel caged as a rattle snake
that never sheds its skin if you don't let it in