Where Tulips Grow

Must be nice
To love.
And also be loved in return.
 I watch to see if
There’s something
that maybe I can learn.
From where I
stand I see only that there
is love in the air.
I swear .
I wonder
what’s the trick
to finding your match
and making it stick.
Like a twin flame
Burning the same
as a candle, 2 wick.
I long to burn as well.
Light my fire, 2 flicks.
I aspire to connect
And to build, 2 bricks.
My love
Growing wild like a field of tulips.
Falling in love
has been considered foolish.
But I
only wish someone would find
My 2 lips..
and kiss me
like never before.