Fear begins to cloud my heart...
As I recall the memories associated with love.
The pain being the easiest to remember.
The holding on, the moving on...
those broken promises of forever.
Still healing from previous failed attempts,
Leaving love carefully placed on the back burner.
No room for the present...or so I thought.
Yet here it is, here HE is.
Arriving, perfectly packaged.
His words so comforting, his touch so sweet;
His presence reminding me that with him I am whole again.
I...love this man.
The way his lips softly greet my skin,
The subtle kisses he plants on my shoulders.
His steady compliments that never get old.
The light touch of his fingertips caressing my skin.
Down to the times I glance over to catch him staring at me with the sweetest smile.
I can see the love and admiration in his eyes,
In his smile...I can even feel it in his touch.
The fractured pieces of my heart being healed by his love.
Yet still...I am afraid.
Afraid of loving too hard.
Afraid of getting too used to him.
Afraid of how this will end.
Afraid of being left...heart broken.
But most importantly afraid of losing his love.
Knowing that with time this will only get more beautiful,
Magnifying my desire to explore the possibilities.
Maybe I'll be hurt;
Maybe my biggest fears will come true...
But in his arms I feel secure, at ease, at home, and...in love.
And at this very moment, that's all the reassurance I need.