It is astonishing..

It is astonishing..
Old love that tortures and aches
the keeper's heart
can be inadvertently pushed away
like the moving of a mountain
that has grown in place of one's will
to love and breath and
live.
All the anguish fades with just
a spark; a look; a touch
of something that reawakens
urges long buried underneath
a shattered past.
The life returns.
The love is new and pure.
Not yet touched by hands
worse than mine.
I will nurture it and keep it safe
Like a rose
growing in my heart.
Much like the end of winter's bareness.
The ice is melting.
Spring comes.
The flowers bloom again.
Blinded and healed by what destroyed us
first.
It is astonishing..