What the sun is to the flower, <br /> nurturing it to grow, <br /> What rain does for new grass seed, <br /> with its warm persistent flow, <br /> The way the early signs of springtime <br /> awaken dormant plants, <br /> and the seasons first warblers <br /> sing out their rhythmic chants, <br /> So too, poignant feelings stir <br /> like a caged wild dove inside my heart and body, crying out for love.<br /><br />Ann Murrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-need-love/
