A caring hand can always help,
Mend all that which has broken,
From heart to confidence,
We are there to reach out for.

It seeks what it must,
And not care for another,
Not worrying the costs,
Or what it might break.

Strength is in all those,
Who wish not to show,
What they truly feel,
Hiding behind a wall of lies.

Release is the key,
But locked it will stay,
For love is a weakness,
To those who shy away.

Not wanting to admit,
Or let themselves fall,
Not willing to just let go,
And be happy with all.

A risk it is,
With the distance in place,
But fight they must,
To let things be free.

Rejection is hard to face,
Whether they feel the same,
Or completely the opposite,
Either way things are best left unsaid.

Two chances,
Two choices,
To risk a friendship,
or to gain a love for life.


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aequitas, in the year 475 AD.