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