Poetry

Love, series 8

It is a scary thing; love.
When one lets another into the darkest cracks of their soul,
Bares all,
flaws, perfection and the grey in between,
What a risk it truly is.
To let another sync to your heart,
Like DNA patterns,
your souls are infused as one.
What profound strength it is.
I can’t help but question though,
Is it strength?
or another mere case of dull-wittiness we humans suffer tragically from?
Love, Questions: series 8

Winifred M N (wyneebob)

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