As of late I've found myself building barriers around my heart, being cautious not to fall in love with any experiences; a part of me wishes I would let go and fully embrace the feeling of extreme joy that comes with fully giving myself to moments that evince a feeling of love, while another part says "stay focused, keep steady, remain disciplined."
The disciplined aspect of me understands that feeling and giving love is okay, yet there are moments I wish I would give myself fully to the cause of love; unfortunately it is often in these moments I am reminded of the sadness and sorrow that comes with the loss of that which was loved. I don't want to become too in love with anything for the pain of memory has consumed and driven me to depression before, and I also don't want to shut out love completely.
So here's something that focuses on the complexities, the pain, the joy, and the memory, of love.
It's often that decadence evolves with reason.
Too true that humility changes with seasons.
'tis a lie that memories are hollow emotions.
Love's essence is a necessity, like rain to the oceans.
She falls from the sky, and gives birth to new earth.
Only now can she feel, her true hearts worth.
The infinities of wonder, time well spent.
Love reveals itself fully, nothing left to repent.
Nestled betwixt earth and sky;
A hollow memory is, the reason she cries.
Humble seasons tell tales of stories unweaved.
And decadence spins webs, like puzzles indeed.
Love's ploy is credulous, nothing left to chance.
For the memory of love, it's simply a dance.
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