I looked at all the love you did not want
There it lay in my outstretched arms.
Afraid of never feeling it again,
I sealed it away,
Within a hemlock vial, in my wounded heart.
It made her heavy,
Soon, she sank, deep and dark.
The love that I had kept for myself waned within her,
Till despair made me retrieve the vial,
And detach its crystal stopper.
All that love, it escaped from its core, and
Painted a smile on my face,
Seeped into my dreams and revealed their false tales,
Reminded me of spring and restored me to grace.
I have learnt much from the love you did not want
Imprisoning it, shackled my soul, but what of it, for
Now, all that love, Lives, Willingly, Free in my heart
Which has been made whole.
It only GROWS,
It only GROWS.