To love to love to love
Negate fear
Drop fear like it is a carried number
Find home in your own respect
Give
The love you experience is yours
The love you experience is pouring
Out of your own reserves
The love they feel is theirs
This is okay.
This is perfect.
To love
Do not ask another to carry you
Do not hand over self and ask
For safe keeping
If (when) they fumble
You will diffuse blame,
Rise in anger, hatred
When the body of your emotional plane
Was only made to fit in your hands
They will always drop it.
This is okay.
This is perfect.
When you hold you
Look, heal, douse in respect
You will shrink and explode at once
You will become small again
Young, hardly wounded, calluses sanded
You will become full, overflowing
This will be okay.
This will be perfect.
To love to love to love
Is to witness another
Carry themselves with grace
And commend them for their inherent power
Their inherent compassion
Their inherent being
And think,
Yes,
This is someone I prefer unfolded.