Love is a risk,
One most rewarding and well-known.
One where you must put in all of yourself,
On a bet to obtain bliss of near sanctity.
With no secrets that can be hidden,
With all your shameful sins uncovered,
You must lay yourself bare,
No longer hidden by your tailored mask.
Love is a risk,
You sign for a deal,
To experience the warmth and kindness from someone who truly cares,
At the chance of leaving and being left with a gap that no other can fill.
Love can bring pain, for oneself and for others,
But it can also bring guidance for those who are lost.
To be loved is to be known,
To love is to understand the other.
Love is a risk,
One truly mysterious.
Represented by a prickly rose,
That is so painfully beautiful.
Blood may flow as fluid as tears,
But what may cause them is to be adored and revered.
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