It's that of a feeling which not so frequently felt.
Much like seeing rose petals blossom while they also welt.
Mixed feelings of course. Bottled up, untapped. Now released and watch
As they unwrap. Untrapped. Now see them flow, they swivel, quivel, twirl and swirl then watch they grow.
The feeling is surreal but still lingers behind it are vivid examples of
What is all too real.
I'm seeking the knowledge in hope to better understand a of spur of moment love but what is also planned.
The dillemma you see is at the end of my arm is an open palm at the center of my opened hand. No other has shown willing to fully grasp. Breathless for the moment with a silent inhale for air I gasp.
The heart of mine is like a leaf that has been shaken off the tree of time.
Still green not yet withered or weathered. yet still cold and lonely lead me to
A feeling of shivered and quivered.
So feel my hand to fill my hand. Jumpstart beautiful and glory cause I'm
Only seeking love. That will also restore me. True story

I really like how you word things, I think the same way. but sometimes have a hard time putting my thoughts together.