phases of romantic love

Smoke tree (Cotinus coggygria).

When it is freshly found,
it is like a sprout shooting from the ground.
No matter how hard at first it seems,
the fears burst like a bubble in dreams.
A passion burning is all one can feel
and to the greatness of it one will kneel.

When the sprout becomes a plant
and can see from one to the other end,
many unpleasant hues come to sight.
The passion ceases to make everything bright.
This is the point of making it or breaking,
patience is the answer in times of angry shaking.

Soon they both become sure of one thing:
each their own luggage from the past did bring.
They can either help each other unpack
or fight and destroy their emotional shack.
Sometimes the luggage is too much to bear,
and they can no longer the comfy shack share.

The luckiest, thought, do make it through.
They notice their hearts in the meantime grew.
They see how silly all the bickering has been,
and that the passion is still in between.
It may not be as strong as in the sprout,
but in quiet moments it still has the power to shout.

Take care,
Helena Smole, author of Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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