From A Tiny Seed Grows

From a Tiny Seed Grows







What is this



A dazzling flower



In the stark



Wilderness



Of my heart



Why do I



Toil



In this barren field



Shrouded



In the darkness



Of love's



Disdain







The allure of this



Enigmatic spirit



Draws me to the brink of



Folly and



Abandon



Yet, I hold my heart



Closely guarded for



Fear



Lest this bloom



Come to bear



Thorns



The injury of such barbs' caress



My heart could sustain no further







So in the face of sound



Reason



My glacial heart



Begins to melt



It's frigid defenses compromised



By the warm



Glow



Emanating from an untamed soul







And this blossom doth



Bloom more



Radiantly