Love, this uninvited guest,
It’s the moon in the clouds,
The fragrant, scented candle,
Oblivious, humbly-proud,
Shying away in the corner,
This rhetoric, happy, dreamer!
Love, this innocent child,
Holding its dream eyed doll,
Wanting fairyland unicorns,
Ridding high on emotions,
Dweller in utopian existence,
Believer in forever, the sweet forever!
Oohh, if at all!
Oh, do I let that guard down?
Oh, do I let you see me?
Will you appear more powerful?
Will you control and hurt me?
How, can I let you do so?
How can I let you in?
How can I give my power away?
How can I trust anyone again?
So, out came the daggers,
To attack and to defend.
I would rather break my own heart,
Than let you win in vain!
Who do we become when we are challenged?
Who do we hide within?
Who are we in defiance?
When we all need the same thing?
Why is this struggle, to win over the other?
When the actual power,
Is in letting go, this struggle!
Victory is in the smiling faces,
In journeys to the happy places.
Our time here will anyways fly,
Whether we resist on comply,
When the soul’s calling is true-
Though we don’t acknowledge it,
You home me, as, I home you!
Musings - An Endeavour to writing 