When the wall falls down

[osho]

You want me though you pretend you do not
You are sick beneath your smiles and muscles
You are a weakling though boastful of robustness
Needing company and drive
I descended on you
But you hid your bosom
We did not flower together
And the vermin close by gnawed on you
Just step out of your notions of me
I can spring up to farm your heart
A thousand flowers will bloom
And the spring of life give you a shake
The world is not short of possibilities
If the wall between us falls down

[Jerrybaldy]

A thousand flower jumped out as cliche. As did walls/fall. The whole seemed an unsubstantiated attack and sounded a bit like an ode from a stalker.