when we love

when we have
found
that golden key
found
not easily
found
out how to love

we help to clear
the brambles
and the weeds
we help to pull the
vines and stubborn
habits of the ages
from the gardens
of our souls.

we help,
so that
seeds
once scattered
on the fertile
earth of what
should have been--
seeds
now fallen
so alone
and buried deeply
in the hidden
crevices,
forgotten
secret places--
find
water
from our
weeping kisses
and
finally
these
lost seeds
awaken
and begin
to grow.