The Blossoming Feeling

A feeling inside

Blossoms like a rose

You are uncertain of its appearance

Due to the environment

That wheels around it

Or the mixed weather

That pounds all over

And either ladders it up

Or tries to rid of it

Mistaking it for a weed.

It's different for everyone

And it's well-deserved

If the possessor feels alone,

They realize,

After vocal fertilizer,

The rose feels confident

And it becomes contagious

And moves to the possessor.

The feeling is rare

And both are lucky

When they conclude

That they didn't need Indiana Jones

To find it as treasure.

That feeling is love.