I've never been at ease
With the way my heart
Falls in love
Stumbling and tumbling into it
As though love were a pile of Autumn leaves
They say that love takes time
They say that love is patient
Love is blind
But I see true
Love is messy
Timeless
Flawed
Love is beauty
Breathless
Dark
So I trip
I fall
With racing heart and sweating palms
Lacking grace and deeply flawed
My heart surrenders with alarming speed
A matter of hours
Or days
Or weeks at most
But I how do I stop what's raw
What's true
How do I stop when I see you?
When I see a soul
Gentle and kind
When I see the darkness
Most try to hide
The unashamedly broken
Dark in their light
I suddenly find
The truth of the matter
Is not about time
Strange though it sounds
And frightening to know
I have no control
In matters of love
I'm the master
And I don't understand
But I have I learned
Can be summed in one line
The fact is
That this heart...
Has never been mine.
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