Love Maze

Through the blood and sweat I write
a wishful story you'll remember.
A flower which bloomed too soon I thought
was only my own to surrender.

A voice I once heard urged me
to speak myself and love myself.
Although I attempted to touch it
That voice I heard, was someone else.

I ran around in a pool of tears
afraid and wet from pain.
I ran around only in circles
it was a maze I wandered around in vain.

And so I heard that lonely ballad,
a voice that wasn't my own.
In my pool of tears as I searched
I realized my maze was made of stones.

"A little push, a little tug"
I heard the voice tell me.
"Is all it takes to begin the growth
of your very own journey."

I felt it's warmth was
the closest to reality.
The voice that kept on
urging me.

For when I swam ahead
instead of search, I realized
I had found my magic shop
undisguised, it vaporized...

The stones fell away
my maze was shattered.
For now I saw before me
a "love" maze, the stones were all scattered.

-Little Saint