She was unsure. Often.
Weary of her own emotion.
Uneasy, knowing
That the love she began to feel
Often meant pain, heartbreak, fear.
Afraid to give in, to let go
Aware of the potential to show
More than she could bare
Heart open and raw, a rare
Sight for those that know
Just how unbreakable
That heart of glass flows.
Strength in holding the line,
Weakness whilst feeling fine
Falling in love, that heart of gold
May never regain the courage to hold
A love like she had one day before
Unaware of just what it is she’s fighting for.
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