Late To Bloom I Am To This

Late to bloom I am to this. An honesty revealed... About my feelings concealed. I thought I knew what they were, As I told them. I thought once described... No one could truly hold them. Or enfold them as I do. Then I met you. Late to bloom I am to this. A stripping bare... Of what I dare call, A complete enthralling happiness. Late to bloom I am to this. But age has nothing to do... How we two, Me and you get to do what gets done. With lessons learned... I am so glad my heart awaited for this one. Late to bloom I am to this! And I had once admitted... This would not happen. This I had missed!