Latent love is patient love
Never rushed always hushed
So soft to the touch
A love worth waiting for
Cannot be corrupted
Cannot be interrupted
It has yet to bloom the color
that is bounded up inside
Brimming with anticipation
Tearing at the seems
A love so full and yet so far
From the reality it is owed
The measure of this love does not exist
Impossible to contain
Impossible to resist
Once let loose from its safe keeping
No eternal force on earth
Can stop it from being
So pay your dues
And be patient
For this blue beauty to become
A raging red flame;
Forever your precious passion
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