Love is precious and quite fragile. Please handle with care.
My love is a precious gift
Given freely, without strings
Other than that you accept it
It is not to be misused
Mishandled or trampled underfoot
Not thrown away – but treasured
Because it comes from my heart
My love is a delicate structure
A fragile thing that once shattered
Cannot be easily repaired
But must be rebuilt
From its foundation up
In a more suitable location
Where passersby will
“Ooh” and “Aahh” at its beauty
My love is a house; a home
It will shelter all who live there
Even the unruly tenant
Bent on tearing it down
From the inside out
At least for a while
But once evicted
Your key will be given to
Someone more deserving
My love is an intricate part
Of who I am – my identity
Do not try to twist it
Into what you think
It ought to be
I can only love the way
That I know how – with all my being
And my prayer is that
You will someday do the same
© 2009 – Andrea J. Shannon
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