Love should grow up like a wild iris in the fields,
unexpected, after a terrible storm, opening a purple
mouth to the rain, with not a thought to the future,
ignorant of the grass and the graveyard of leaves
around, forgetting its own beginning….
Love should
grow up like a wild iris, but doesn’t, it comes from
the midst of everything else, sees like the iris
of an eye, when the light is right,
feels in blindness and when there is nothing else is
tender, blinks, and opens
face up to the skies.
—Susan Griffin
In your experience, how does love grow?
What appears to be love can come suddenly, in surprise and flashes like a sparkler in the night. If the attraction continues, it will turn into trust and will grow. Even with objects, there are those which I feel such affection for and I believe I would be lost without having their interesting beauty. Love can grow over a long time and intensify.