he shook the branches
of the cherry blossom tree
and as the blossoms fell
around me like rain
tears poured from my face
maybe this is love
pulling the childlike wonder
from the depths of the grave
in which it was buried
watching it stretch and yawn
finally awake again
is this love?
as he reaches for me
like a flower leaning
towards the sunlight
as if he needs me
to survive
i think this is love
the way he holds me
and lets the tears fall
aware of the little girl
who needs to be told
it’s okay to cry
and so this is love
petals falling from my hair
gentle hands holding tight
heart beats and shaky laughter
sunlight through tree branches
and the look in his eyes
if not love, what else could it be?