Fear of love as volatile morning dew on blades of grass

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Sometimes love’s like the morning dew on blades of grass,

Quickly disappearing under the rays of the rising sun,

So reach out to love where it may be found,

It may only come to you where you are down,

Reach out with love wherever you are found,

Someone down may need it to turn their life around,

Pray to not be afraid to love,

No doubt love carries with it a potent risk for hurt,

And the greater the love the greater the risk,

You desperately want to believe that love is a vaccine for hurt,

But truly love has no real value without that risk,

No value without that sacrificial price,

Something ethereally mysterious,

With power to conjure both rabid desire and paralyzing fear,

Like a potent cloud with answers to the promise of needed rain,

And the fear of destabilizing potential floods,

I know you want it even though you fear it,

For nobody can be happy without it,

Choke the fear and give love a chance,

For like Mother Theresa said,

When we love until it hurts,

There is no more hurt only love,

And if you ever did err,

Let it be on the side of love,

Never on the side of fear,

While it is okay to fear to love,

Never act out of the fear of love,

Yes love can be as volatile as liquid nitrogen,

Seize it before it is gone,

When you are confused and know not how to act,

Just love – long term you can never go wrong with love,

Not the love described with childlike facility in Hollywood,

But the love whose running currency is an intentional deliberate intelligent sacrifice.

Brussels © October 2014 afesehngwaHilary