Beneath this layer of skin

is a soul seeking passion

yearning for love

not yet

it is not time to blossom

for the heart still needs healing

and growth in its cocoon

not yet

for once there is wholeness

then is the time to love

and the time to be loved

not yet

for there is a season

of spring and summer

acquiring flowering love

not yet

for to bloom too soon

might bring a winter chill

on an unprepared soul

not yet

but soon shall love prosper

within this aching heart

of apples of gold

not yet

but soon this soul

will meets its mate

and they shall join as one

not yet

but soon