Love can hang like icicles
Dripping, growing
With every melting droplet
Of my fear.

Stacked in chaotic patterns
Beaming, golden,
Calling joy to ring aloud
From each child.

Colors mimic melting rays
Warming, spinning
In a captivated dance
To catch your smile.

Love grows like me, like children,
Briskly, obscured,
Until it bumps your head as
One day you stand sure.