Transformation Poem by H Seeking

The hard oak has turned to rubber
My soul is now a piece of flubber
I am molten lava inside
No hard igneous rock of pride

I am not the hard iceberg
Thawed inside now I merge
I have not a heartless soul
Now this thing just begins to roll

I have not beady eyes for vision
To you I offer no inhibitions
My eyes are mellow
They melt away now

A wobbly jelly
Like child silly
You awaken in me all my youth
However it may seem uncouth

With you in the distance
Iam putty somehow
Come closer dear
Kindle my flame further

I cannot wait any longer
Tis been a year or more of lore
You still hold that magical allure
Make haste I am waiting at the door