must be the recycled season
of spring, summer and fall
and I have evolved
I have embraced, faced
the possibility that love indeed
is not scraped off from my being
it is not dead, nor has ever stopped
beating within my heart
I have it all intact
and strong, even as you
made me struggled and hurt

one day, looking at the window
a butterfly just humped on the bloom
giving birth once again for the season
to repeat life on its own terms
no past, no future, no beginning
just now...

I figured, why not,
I can do better than that...
and I stepped one more time
into the world of where I belong
in the realms of love-ing
of caring, of being a part
of this cycle of love
as if the whole humanity
depended on me..

and by God..I am alive,.
I am feeling the nourishment of life
here in my soul, in my being
inside the depth of my heart
and like the butterfly, I am
hopeful and confident
someone is out there for me,
someone yearning like I am
to be held and to be cared
love at its best
I am ready...

are you?