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