My key to love is in self care;
I’ve ample left for sharing.
To think I’ve left my shelf so bare…
My key to love is in self care.
The answer was a different prayer;
Much bolder and more daring.
The key to love is in self care;
I’ve ample left for sharing.
It seems the bud may finally bloom
In this, so late a season;
The earth revolved, the sun gave room;
It seems the bud may finally bloom.
We welcome fruit from barren womb.
A love beyond all reason.
It seems the bud may finally bloom
In this, so late a season.
The months which come are colder yet
Will bloom survive the winter?
Such is a challenge quite well met;
The months which come are colder yet
Methinks the blossom bears the threat;
Spring calls it from the hinter.
The months which come are colder yet
Will bloom survive the winter?
Indeed, beyond survive, it thrives;
More blossoms join the other.
This love – we’ve waited all our lives;
Indeed, beyond survive, it thrives.
One love, then two, then on to fives;
Some closer than a brother.
Indeed, beyond survive, it thrives;
More blossoms join the other.
defying atrophy 