And what if I never get it right,
this loving, this giving of the self
to the other? And what if I die
before learning how to offer
my everything? What if, though
I say I want this generous,
indefatigable love, what if
I forever find a way to hold
some corner back? I don’t want
to find out the answer
to that. I want to be the sun
that gives and gives until it burns out,
the sea that kisses the shore
and only moves away so that
it might rush up to kiss it again.
beautiful…
thank you!
Welcome