Those Who Come Into My Life

Sometimes I wonder about those who come into my life The persons so personal, so intimate, those who become so close to my heart That I feel them with me even when they are not. I open the doors of my heart knowing full well that who I allow in may not stay. Yet, I cannot refuse them, pouring out of who I am, Sincerely and fully expressing to them, sharing with them my inward essence. Sometimes I wonder about myself and who I allow to come into my life Taking a risk, risking all, risking my heart, my frailty, my vulnerability Loving from the heart, loving deeply those who cannot love back or who are able to give back the love I so need. Yet, I cannot, not love them, cannot, not be with them. Hoping to open in them a new area of expression knowing they have been loved so dearly.