Like the spiraling arms of a seedling plant
Reaching with slow persistence, unnoticed
As it weaves its face toward the light
So love, unwelcome, took root in my soul

It’s like a sickness, and I want for a remedy
To cut it from my heart with a knife
Or to bleed it from my veins in a purifying deluge
Or to take a poison to kill the entangling roots

But instead I embrace it as precious life
And I nurture the cruelly sinuating branches
As they grow in a slow circle, unrelenting
Toward the exploding light of a new sun