The love I seek is forever evasive.
It cannot be found
Because my heart is unsure.
It beats fearfully.
It does not know
My lover's intentions.
The path is unclear.
There is a pull and a tug
Towards innocence.
But he is cruel.
His beauty hides reality
And tricks me.
It's simple.
It's a wicked game
Of mirrors and deception.
This love is vague.
It is impossible
To calculate and measure.
It is untraveled and unfamiliar.
I am afraid of this unknown;
The terrains of my own heart.
So love confounds me.
And yet I pursue it
Beyond the darkness.
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This is beautiful and honest, it really captures that mix of fear and longing that comes with love.