On Hearts

I must remember that 
some hearts are calm trees;
love stored in silence 
until spring reveals
tiny buds which suddenly
bloom into brilliant blossoms 
seemingly overnight expressions of love 
potential pent-up all winter 
present but under the surface -
though for an entire season
they shared no hint of what lay beyond the curtain. 
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While other hearts love differently; 
compelled by chemistry 
fusion 
triggered at the core 
gravitational collapse 
pulled into another’s orbit 
even little exposure provokes a supernova 
explosion
bright and bold and enormous 
display of love and endless energy 
un-shy 
these hearts illuminate
full of light 
igniting space and time with their love
burning up in passion 
and eventually 
burning out.

The buds also wither away;
as seasons change 
the blossoms cannot remain 
green leaves give way 
decompose 
ultimately bare branches are all that stay
no longer willing to perform love 
the curtain drops again 
and the heart returns to compose
an internal score
time for storing potential once more 
until next season’s love 
beckons another beautiful blossom forth.