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On Love
What does one do when you've the Wolf running deep in you. To mate for life, to honor the code; be a pack. To stand proud in the face of adversity, a united front. To howl for your mate when the moon glows in the deep of night. To know with absolute certainty that they're out there somewhere, howling back just as loudly. The keening cries echoing off and through the woods. Stand and observe, scenting the air bypassing spongy moss, rotting fungi, rabbits cowering in their warrens.
Like two gladiators, circling each other. Looking for weakness. Battling your way in and retreating. Slamming in again, trying to draw blood. Clash of weapons to retreat again.
So, again I'll ask you, do you risk it all? When one truly offers their heart, sometimes it's made of blown glass, are you Healer or not? Can you fill the void for another, can you touch their very soul. Can you accept the bravery it takes to offer the silver platter to you and acknowledge it. Fill them like a glass of water to run over and sustain life. Give them a reason to come home, to feel like a home. To be the one candle in the window. Flame bright and true.
Like two gladiators, circling each other. Looking for weakness. Battling your way in and retreating. Slamming in again, trying to draw blood. Clash of weapons to retreat again.
So, again I'll ask you, do you risk it all? When one truly offers their heart, sometimes it's made of blown glass, are you Healer or not? Can you fill the void for another, can you touch their very soul. Can you accept the bravery it takes to offer the silver platter to you and acknowledge it. Fill them like a glass of water to run over and sustain life. Give them a reason to come home, to feel like a home. To be the one candle in the window. Flame bright and true.
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