I was never one to ponder the topic of love
Not for reasons of it not appealing to me
Or due to the fact I couldn't find anyone to venture the subject with
Simply due to the fact I was far more in belief I was not deserving of it

Love was to hold something pure and delicate within your palms
To caress something with a gentle and caring nature
A nature that wouldn't be mistaken for anything other than a lover's touch

I was never a lover
I was raised a fighter
My palms could never be soft enough to hold something so delicate
I could only be terrified at the thought of holding it to tightly and crushing it