Love Is Vulnerable
Bewildered by the sting of betrayal,
your fears are dragged from the shadows
for all to see,
and reason races through the gauntlet of choices available;
each a dagger piercing your heart.
You woke from a dream composed of reality
defused with imagination,
where love was tentative and yet so precious
as to awe you with its beauty,
yet scare you with its fragility.
You poured out your soul and cried aloud
over the pain love had unleashed.
What was left unsaid could not be put into words,
there were no simple answers.
Your love was hot, passionate, and on fire,
but that degree of love is vulnerable, like a moth to a flame.
The moth cannot help being a moth
with all its faults and desires;
while the flame cannot be anything other than a flame.
And so, the meeting of the two,
although spectacular, is short-lived.
Like a moth to fire's flame, he seduced you
with the beauty of his words, and you fell prey to their magic,
only to realize love was but an illusion
destined to disappear.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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