Fall headlong into love
When the angles find you
Commit with all your weight
When the feeling is real
Like haunches of an arch
That meet at the keystone
Lovers falling forward
Supported where they meet
Or closely planted seeds
That grow at equal height
Who tangle their branches
When the wind is unfair
The tender sprouts of love
Take root on sacred ground
Where life’s rarest flowers
Bloom in sprawling flashes
But even the fairest
Mature with the season
And fall back to the earth
As heirs of beauty’s turn
So grip the hand of love
Whenever it finds you
Ride the tide of passion
For as long as it lasts
– Rondym Kiefe