Unfinished

Years I've been sheltering a part of my heart from the yearning eyes of others.
Palms shield, while abrasive words stave off the nectar seeking bees.

I can sleep comforted knowing that this white flower that I nurture and save for you remains inside me.

But I remain static, rooted, until you take this love of mine back.
Come and rightfully claim it; I won't let them defile what I designed for you.

I awake and the light from your heart, inside my chest, arises with me,
helping me live each day that you aren't at my side.