Heart Burn Poem by Ben Akinpelumi

Sometimes people grow together
slowly,
As trees reach across an old stone
wall,
Entangling roots and crossing
slender branches Till one can barely tell which comes
from which. You've become part of my life
slowly,
As music, often played, lives in the
heart,
Shaping its surroundings to its
beauty, Mirroring the sanctum of its source. I've come to this realization
slowly,
As a deer stands at a clearing,
nostrils wide,
Quivers rippling down its delicate
legs, Eyes resigned as lakes await the
wind. Say, my friend, what you must tell
me slowly,
Whether my love is also yours, as
the sun
Rises or sets over a tranquil valley,
Filling the heart with more than it can hold.