Late To Bloom I Am To This

Late to bloom I am to this.
An honesty revealed...
About my feelings concealed.
I thought I knew what they were,
As I told them.
I thought once described...
No one could truly hold them.
Or enfold them as I do.
Then I met you.

Late to bloom I am to this.
A stripping bare...
Of what I dare call,
A complete enthralling happiness.

Late to bloom I am to this.
But age has nothing to do...
How we two,
Me and you get to do what gets done.
With lessons learned...
I am so glad my heart awaited for this one.

Late to bloom I am to this!
And I had once admitted...
This would not happen.
This I had missed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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