The Heart has been broken, sometimes, in the past. Broken, because it trusted. Broken, because we were dearmoured. Broken, because it was beautiful. Because it felt good.
And then something turned out the wrong way. Someone said something and another type of dance -a dance made of fire and darker stones- begun. Love was the same face, but it seemed that its song has changed. The light went away, a melody withered.
The heart thought, I’m entering a long night.
And so we lost hope. And so we started to blame because, how could love be that in & out while having the same name. How could things show so many different facets, different notes. And, why was it us. Why were we the fool.
We said never again. We said, never will I trust that much. Never will I go that far. Never will I surrender my armour in that way, that beautifully, with such openness.
Never will I offer skin, heart and words, to places that ultimately didn’t receive the scent.
But for people like us, that road, often. The road of closing the heart. Is more like a moment. A temporary refuge, a shelter for thinkers.
Because, it always ends up happening. It just reopens. We start to see things differently, to see where we ourselves failed. We start to understand, to forgive even. And sometimes, we start to love even more because we have travelled such a path for two, already, and everybody seems to be alive after the fire.
It just comes back. Love, as an energy. With or without our participation, our will.
Not because we are the fool. Not because we are not aware, weak or inconsistent. Not because we are faillible, innocent or fragile.
No, it comes back because that is who we are. It comes back because, for people like us, Love is just something that we came here to do.
Something that we can’t truly repress, in truth. Something that we came here to live, to embrace, to discover, to go through.
It comes back because, we’ve understood that love is like life, a thing of different facets. That love is like the sea, the Sun and the Moon.
That it cycles, that it moves, that it evolves. Yet without losing its essence, its unalterable force, its higher & divine reason to be.
We come back because, for some of us. Our path is Love.
We come back because, we are of the Lover kind.
And because, Love is like the Moon, the Sun & the sea. Its force is of a different kind.
It’s stronger than fear.
Bigger than our shields.
Taller than our inner wars.
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Very beautiful poem and the truth for those of us who came to fulfill our purpose of Love.