when you say I love you,
it cannot be said with recklessness
it must come from that place that scares us the most
the place where you lay every part of our being
an empty field or cold dark night
an unrolled sleeve…
we shiver in the face of love
but throw our hearts to its fire
the heart has no agenda or plan
it knows only to love
and in this knowing
this being
I throw my heart to your fire
I love you
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