My Love May Seem Like A Seed Poem by Medusa Waves

At sight, my love may seem like a seed
At smell, its that alike a fish
At touch, its thorned like a rose
and at sound, there is none
Its bitter at taste, and obscure like night
But know, there is much more-

Once, it does allow someone in-
where this chance is slim
it begins to sing
and all the obscure becomes bright
and becomes the taste of honey dew

Then there is a sound, like a nightingale
a sound that makes the heart stop
almost like the sound of death, but life all inwined in stillness-
And when i get the chance to kiss the lips,
My heart is one with yours

And all the odious dries away and becomes what is you.