Sheltering My Love

Is it fair that I take and hold my love in wait? I give it to you, you store it away again and again. Put away to keep as your own, never with you but with me. I sat on many occasions burying in my many questions with how? Why? Or when? I alone felt love seeping through breaking free wanting to love as a whole rather than love in pieces or tucked between the veins hidden behind my heart as it withers away. Never in full bloom alive long enough, just once to feel the rays of the sun. And you again sheltering my love in innocence holding on to what was left. Waiting alone with love stuck some where between every hello and goodbye. And for a moment love was everything I'd imagined as a child but that was long ago. I love to love what never stays long enough to love so I may turn around and go and I still be in love with a younger version of myself much older, simple, and free.