Love,
you come to me to suckle at my breast
and i wonder
are these arms of mine enough to encircle you?
still i am drawn
into your longing
and so i rush to take you in
my broken heart
opening a little wider
to surround and soothe your sorrow.
and you drink deeply of the nurture that i am
as I watch you grow
requesting more
until the opening in me expands
to meet
your need to be received
and i pull You wholly into me
but Love
your passion is so great
i fear that i will break
bearing this thing you ask of me
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