Love Blooms Slowly

Rosebuds at SunsetThis poem, published at poetry.com, was written in 1992 in response to someone I was gradually falling in love with. We had had a discussion about “love at first site” and this poem was the result.

Love that comes quickly
fades as fast

Lasting love blooms slowly
culminating in a rose
before you knew there was a bud

It sneaks up on you
on kitten soft feet
and before you know it
lodges itself in your heart

You know it by its
seeming simplicity
by the calmness
of its passion

When mere existence satisfies
Love has found a home

The slow love lasts
and burns cool
forever

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