All the walking books
I have yet to read;
the human hearts that beat.
Soon to be acquaintances
or lifelong friends.

Some come and go as surface dwellers.
Others stay,
and come to know you better;
the roots of the tree
that gave birth to its branches.

Reveal to me more
than your shallow surface,
I want to know the deeper you,
the intricacies
that make up who you are.

I will build a bridge
between your heart and mine,
listen to understand.
I will choose to climb the ladder
leaving judgment on the shelf below.

Be unafraid to trust in intimacy.

Hide no part of you
bare your scars to me
for I have them too
my love will only grow
in light of all you show.

Be courageous in faith.
Share with me the wear and tear
of a human heart
Lovers bearing scars,
bare to me all

the unpretty things that make you beautiful.

©achosenword