In the heart of worlds, a whisper sneaks

In the heart of worlds, a whisper sneaks, "We fear love," a question that ripples the calm, We desire closeness, a sweet plunge into the verdure of the soul, Yet doubt surrounds us when our steps become hesitant, scared. It's the mist of fear that sprouts, a shield against the fiery longing; The closer we stand, the deeper the longing might burn us. It's the terror of suffering that lurks in secret, Of being swept away and drowned in a sea of pure love, wrapped in deceptive play. We vow nostalgically, let no one scratch our arrow, In this deaf endeavor, we've covered love like a relic, beneath an inert mask. There is no pure love without the slightest pain, without hidden tears in the eyes, The denser the embrace, the deeper the poison that could seep into memories. Every soul that treads upon this clod of earth has felt a twinge ever so strong, How shall we direct this pain, how to stand tall and unfooled? If we hide our pain, like a transmitter with clashing signals, We long openly, but raise walls around the heart, and thus we suffocate. Loneliness embraces us, pure love cannot break through, Love, that we keep in a sealed box, the desire for tenderness dwindles. But look, I've opened up, vulnerable, with the gate of my heart wide unshielded, I do not tremble before pain, for it probes my spirit, uplifts it into love. Life teaches me time and again, what repairs the pain lets the heart grow, If we bolt our feelings, we sink into misery, in the realm of petrified dreams. True love, with an open heart, we must welcome into our being, And only by traversing through love's enchantment, truly, our steps are led towards happiness.