Sprouting like strings of purple morning glories (cavatina)

Sprouting like strings of purple morning glories
our love grows wild;
with vines reaching, stretching, opening;
like a small child
believing in the magic of the light,
with nothing mild
funnels reach flaring blossoms to the sun
while all kinds of barriers are overrun.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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