i remember dreaming of this---his touch and laugh and heartbeat
never fully trusting that the dream would come to life
then he does, and i’m left here with a feeling somewhere between sickness and awe
the fear slips in along with insecurities, sometimes expected, never welcomed
my guarded heart slowly opening because Love is greater than the fear
raw and real and awkward and comfortable all at once
the more i learn of him, the more aware of this treasure i become
let me be brought low so he may be lifted up, let me be humbled for his good
and when this life is over, i’ll say i risked it all for this---for Love.
(c) 2010
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