e, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its emple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient ories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes ahe chains of fear
from our souls.
e are imidity
In t
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
t love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
ws us free.