I see the spark of you
The hidden piece shining brightly
Pulsing with energetic light
This piece of life
It casts itself over all that you are
How can I see this and not fall a bit in love?
Am I to hide my feelings because they emerge before you are ready to hear them?
Am I to cringe back and deny what I see because I cry out to the heavens and this makes you uncomfortable?
I love the you that you are, as you are.
Am I to hide that behind like and lust?
It’s too soon they say.
But they don’t see what I see.
You are right, it’s too soon to know the totality of you.
But too soon to see enough to love?
To embrace discovery and beauty?
Why live that way?
Hiding, hoping not to get hurt.
I’d be lying if I said that my love has not destroyed me, crippled me.
But through destruction, we grow.
Through pain we are forged.
And at the end of it all, better to break for love than it’s lack.