Love is beauty being born

Flowers bloom and then they die
Petals drop across the ground
Colors drain as lovers lye
Inside seeds where passion’s bound
Rivers carry rain away
From the source into the sea
Frothing currents roiling gray
Lovers wrestling to be free
Mirrors don’t reflect the new
Only freezing echoes still
Empty eyes blind and blue
Glaciers carving beauty’s will
Love is beauty
Being born
Is breaking through

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