When Love is Fear

It’s hard to love when love is fear:

Fear of trust, fear of pain,

Fear that the known will slip away,

Revealing the unknown once again.

I try and try, then try once more,

Yet fear beckons, locking the door.

It feels easier to run, to hide, to flee –

To cling to the safe, where love cannot see.

For loving the unknown means risking it all,

A leap of faith where one might fall.

Should her fate rest in safety’s chains,

Or his unbound love that calls her name?

Her love flows freely, undefended,

A gift to him, unrelented.

“Take my love,” she whispers low,

“But hold it gently, let it grow.”

His eyes promise a haven, a place to heal,

Yet his distance keeps her doubt too real.

She teeters, stumbles, grips her rails:

“Catch me now—my heart is frail.”

She’s known the stillness of feeling safe,

But never dared fate’s uncertain embrace.

Now she wonders if love will build,

If this trust will steady what fear once stilled.

“Is this love the start of trust again?”

She asks, as her heart begins to mend.

Only time will tell, only he can say –

But his surety wavers; she fears he may stray.

She is easy to love yet hard to understand,

And prays that fate will reveal its plan.

“Do you know, my love, the weight of this trust?

Be true to your word, for I’ve given you us .”