Haiku 1
sure as blessed morning's sun,
roots, sprouts, then blooms in your palm,
so did my dewy heart.
Haiku 2
the fold of your hand,
envelopes then smothers my salt laden tears,
so does the sea succumb.
Haiku 3
Finally as brash bitter winter,
lay docile at cusp of lustful spring,
warily I submitted to thee.
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