Growing so fast
it’s taking my breath
blooming petals
turning into seed
which can be blown away
even a slight breeze
can pull me apart
but the walls of ego are crumbling
and falling
and the good seed
can fall, too
onto the soil
and soon
there will be another flower
but of course she will wither
that’s her destiny
she humbly bows her head
with the tousled petals and seeds
remember darling
it is me
growing and bowing
and accepting
lifes full beauty
but yes,
sometimes the beauty
frightens me
because, my love,
it has a frightful
face
from time to time
and not to fear
means
not to
respect its
grandeur
and
it IS
grand
just as love
is
too
Merci beaucoup, mon ami!