love sick

the travail of my eye

It does not surprise me. Does not come as a shock. Its just what I have come to expect. I am not a fool. I'm promised other things, so what does a promise hold? Trust. How does one go trusting when the trust gets thrown out the door. How will this dance of life go? How much grace do I have to permit or exude through me to you. Am I weak for love? I feel that the love will win it all; conquer over all. I don't like being burned and scared, but I have to stand among the fire to live my life. Will you stand with me, truly with me? Out for all to see? Proudly. Protectively, when needed. I don't want to go alone, but I will if my life-my soul requires it. What is your answer?