Blooming One

You are but a wildfire to me.

You gently grow through me like a garden.

You travel all through my mind.

I am restless for you once again.

Blooming one.

Blooming love.

Blooming fire.

Your smile stains a beautiful gold upon my heart.

But with a simple glance, here I am and here you are.

In an open space, waiting for love to grow.

This must be deeper than we know.

We selfishly go against all odds.

We ignore everyone because this doesn’t feel broken.

This feels whole and it’s unraveling into an ocean.

You are but a blooming one.

You are but a blooming love.

You are but a blooming fire.

With gentle eyes, I see you.

With gentle hands, I touch you.

Don’t be afraid of me.