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.