It’s too late!
The emotions have taken hold,
the connection solidified
and I am doomed.
This time there is no door to shut
there is only openness
With no idea or sense of any reciprocation
I will now have to mask what is blossoming
and utterly inescapable.
I never meant for the flowers to bloom …
the petals unfurling
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