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Afraid of love

Maybe I'm afraid to love , or afraid of not being loved
Possibly afraid that the hands that hold and pull me close,
Could one day push me away when I need them the most,
That the one who wipes my eyes could cause my tears,
She who Gives the wind behind the sail which is my hope,
Could also breathe life into my fears,
The calmer could be the storm, todays one  could be tomorrows  mourned,
The dead can be reborn and a delicately stitched heart could be retorn,
Duality,  the fact that good and bad exist on to opposite spectrums,  where there's is a thin line between love and hate,  it can be expected to expect no expectations from them,
We as human are comprised of memories , truths and lies , ups and downs , smiles and frowns, silence by our own loudest sounds,
So with everything having an existence of day and night ying  and yang , does it only make since I view love the same,
So maybe just maybe I'm not afraid to love, or even the  thought of being love
but the very real potential love won't love me ....
Murk
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