Some of us
Have locked the
Door thrown the
Deadbolt closed the
Curtains and cower
In the corner
Refusing to love
Calloused hearts we
Keep slightly beating
Love emerges when
Tried stay hidden
With only yourself
To love is
Like cutting a
Vine at the
Root instead shape
Prune and teach
Your heart to
Blossom for the
Loving of others
Will always bear
The juiciest fruit
