As hard a choice as it is to choose to love,
Far harder is the choice to be loved.
To see eyes filled to the brink with emotion aimed at you alone,
Causes the weak of heart to run in fear.
The fear of failure, of breaking a willing heart.
Here lies the wisdom of mad men and innocents,
To look upon purity and not feel tainted,
To stand as a warrior when your knees betray you.
The ability to be loved is a gift of heaven,
Just as love itself is a small sliver of that heaven.
God’s spirit shared between a man and a woman
Culminating in the sacred gift of procreation.
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I love this. It gets that fear and uncertainty for those who have burned that comes with falling in love. You nailed what it exactly and concisely.
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