A time for love

Too much censure

have I had

Too much in hiding

have I been

Too much have I ignored self

Too much I feared

held back austere

said she

now is my time

to blossom

in love

so turn

skyward

to fragrances of tenderness

kind words, sweet notes

a heart of love

awaits

another

the universe smiled quizzically

some never give up, do they???!!!