Love, he gave,
reciprocated not behave

His goals were colossal,
not as high as mine's mime 

He made flowers coated in wine,
with fine strokes and time, 
but,
he'd never felt I was lost,
bleary and unkind

in storms, 
he ceaselessly heads to mold,
healthy vines...

Wholehearted

I finally know what they mean
about *falling in love*, 
it's not **what it may seem,** 
to be *in love* with the 
**One** up *above*. 

He **fills** 
my every *seam* 
and *crack*. 
Every **hurt** and *sore*. 
He gives me *all of that*, 
and so much **more**!