I believed
in love
before
I met you,
but it was just
a word.
I didn't truly
understand
the definition,
but in meeting
you there came
recognition.
I realized
that you can
not only find home
in a place,
but in a person.
I realized that
this aversion
I carried,
this fear,
of letting
someone
near enough
to know me,
completely,
was irrational,
to put it simply.
Love
is what
frees you;
You should
welcome
the unknown,
because more
than one path
can lead
you home.
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Habits of the Heart
Poetry𝓜y words are the equivalent of a rose petal spiraling down the Grand Canyon, and you are it's echo.
