It feels easier at times to turn my heart away,
than to stand in the volatility of love;
to harden my heart,
than to live with the vulnerability
of having given it away.
A snarl erupting from my inner being
is an unfair response to your devotion,
but it rises as a scream of pain at the fear of loss...
I know this love to be fragile though true.
So I still the cry and stem the pride,
stepping into fear though I may tremble,
for I know the cause of love to be worthy of such sacrifice,
though a more timid heart would never know.