When it happens

The moment, I realize
my heart has taken a piece 
of itself, made it a seed,
and sprouted a forest 
in a flash of a second;
It’s naked only to me
this forest enchanting
with the weeds of wounds 
trying but failing to twine 
expectations even possession
on my tall trees of wanting 
to give without receiving 
onto the object 
of my bottomless emotion;
My world shakes and stills
expands and contracts
I heal and hurt.
I fall and rise. 
All telltale signs 
that love has happened.

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