It rattled to the surface
and ruptured, boiling for a long time,
like a volcanic undertow
For a long while,
I had managed to keep it dormant.
I had sucked it into
my cosmic belly,
and stored it deeper than any seed could grow.
After a while though...
It started to heave.
Even the God's can not keep Love at bay.
and roots began to spring like shoots
through my pressured peridot and diamond crusts
I could not stop it.
Leaves grew greens on tiny branches breaking the surface
and stretching to the Great Sun.
It was a marriage
Of internal and external fires,
Flames burning as colours now, and energies not volatile.
From within me, you would reach out and break through, Connecting the Sun to you.
Born of my inner fire, my hearth.
My love of you,
my love of Earth.
A destiny.
A fable.
A story.
Of eternal dancing and an infinite amount of tellings.
It would be Our Love Story.
One as great as any.
From out of you, You bore life.
Your life.
From Out of me.
It would be the Fable of
The Volcano and the Tree.
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