Fragile Thing

I always thought that love was fragile, 

an easily broken trincket

with the power to beguile-

Not with malice of intent,

yet spurs your downfall all the while


I met you then, in my darkest hour

like a sunrise your light spread to me with little fanfair

you held within you a frightful power

yet never was I afraid, as I thought I should have been

your brilliance protecting me in gentle shower-


There came a day to correct my benighted theory-

to chose to love you despite percieved risk

A day I realized that love was stealy;

made of only the stongest caliber, endure to bitter end

You became my new reality






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