Love march

That I reveal myself to you, over and over, flower,

Everyone knows, and thats why things go

The rose, a tendril, your curl, exposed

Ripples like a thorn full of blood unquenchable,

She sings your secrets, hidden in her like

Bells, my heart never tells, lives unspeakable

And then reveals herself, everyone knows

But to look at you! –  I cannot unfold