Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about love. Her blossoming love. Cheers!
I love. I dare.
What will it bring me.
Pain and despair?
Love and warmth?
Safety and protection?
Somehow I think that if I love then I am protected.
This is wrong.
If I love, I have warmth and compassion.
The man who loves would protect me.
But to what extent?
For if he loves he would protect.
But I have no reason to fear. It’s all in my mind.
So now I can love for loving.
And not for protection.
I am free. Free to love.
Do I dare?