Be wary of another’s heart
This can be the death of your own
Without conscious care of where you keep
You or he will surely weep
Constant pull of two it creeps
Into one’s soul it grows
Love no other knows
Call foul the feeling within
Stirred emotion
The edge of sin

~My writing always comes from experience. This is how it feels to truly love someone in my eyes. The light and dark are one in the same, a thin line. Love is about finding balance of light within the dark times and remembering why you gave your heart in the first place. To trust is to love; without constraints on the the other who has your heart in their hands. You would never stop a doctor on your dying bed and ask whether or not he’s capable of saving you. You let go and let God. In that moment of letting go, is the hardest. Once you’ve relinquished yourself to another, there’s always a chance of ache in loss. Is it the loss of yourself that’s the hardest? Or that you made a choice of who you’ve entrusted and your choice was wrong? We may never know but I’d rather the choice than no choice at all.