Open
12.19.06 (10:46 am) [edit]
Love cuts the deepest wound of all,
Forging pathways into the depths of the heart
Striking down barriers built with such care,
Walls high crumble down
Surrounding the lover with its ruins,
Making vulnerable that which was once hidden
Now naked before the observer.
Powerless before the beloved,
Open.
The gift of love is without price
Giving power supreme to the one sought after,
To hurt,
Or heal,
Making the lover's life a heaven or a hell,
Perhaps more common a purgatory.
No matter, pain and ecstasy are inseparable.
Loves gifts are double edged.
Treat gently those who love you,
Be kind to those for whom it cannot be returned,
For the pain often cannot be escaped,
The anger and rage of love coldly rejected ,or used ,however can