by Kenneth O'Malley

Created on: January 30, 2007   Last Updated: December 09, 2008

Natural Love
They can tell me not to kiss you,
Like dew kisses the pedals of a rose.
They can tell me not to open up to you,
Like a tulip opens up when it grows.

They can tell me not to shape you,
Like you shape the branches of a hedge.
They can tell me not to grow on you,
Like vines grow upon a ledge.

They can tell me not to turn to you,
Like a blossom turns toward the light.
They can tell me not to yearn for you,
Like lilies yearn for the night.

They can tell me not to undress you,
Like leaves undress the limbs of a tree.
But, they can't tell me not to love you,
Like all that happens naturally.

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