This Love's Different

I've been drowned in so-called Love's storms
Racing across the thirst-starved plains of my heart
Only to be drenched for a fraction of a short season
To have the crops of my soul beaten down, blasted apart.

Taking fewer seeds to replant each time I recover
Hoping against hope to find my true partner-to-be
The one who will nourish, not destroy; rejoice, not condemn
The varigated petals of the eclectic blooms that are me.

Then suddenly you arrive, with soft blessing rains
To replenish and heal, my fragile trust you quickly earn
Sharing pain, offering true love, you sink into my soil
My darkest secrets and wildest joys willingly you learn.

Your light encourages me to wondrously flourish
As the last seed bursts forth, germination new
Realizing that in turn I'm your gardener as well
Our final flowers grow, stems and roots twined in two.