When Love Met Me

Drizzles of wine drops, poured from your cauldron showered upon me, like water from a fountain heralding and ensuing its blossom in my heart. Nights and days I use my wizards to conceal it. Departure, so sour yet sweet forced me to contemplate, years for me were harbingers piercing to ripen it. Protruded it unknowingly after much swelling and pain fathoms so deep,asks me to keep you to my bosom. A feeling ineffable force me, to confess it. I hate a redemption from this, lest is it a doom! Poetry Contest Sponsor :Brian Strand