Where I love the most, the beauty is laced with ache. The shadow side of passion. The balance to navigating through a temporal existence with an open heart.
Love is not secrets and games... Love does not enter into relationship with falsities and masks, for it knows it cannot possibly blossom in toxic soil.
The beauty of your presence makes me feel things I am so afraid to feel, for your love burns me even as it heals me, searing my scars formed so long ago.
Since I saw you, flowers started growing between chambers of my heart. Petals were seen surfing on sound waves, resonating with the frequency of my soul.
I have learnt not to run away, and that if you feel love for someone, don’t be afraid to speak up, don’t be afraid to be vulnerable. Be humble and be brave.