I have taken and still take the risk for love.
I have the scars to prove it.
Every one is well earned and a lesson learned.
Oh it’s always worth it as long as you’re ready
for whatever comes,
and very often it’s not happily ever after.
Leopards change their spots as regularly
as the silver moon tugs and pulls the tides
to and from the shore.
Heroes morph to villains in the blink of an eye,
and we ourselves change costumes as often
as we feel it necessary to adapt to a changing landscape.
The love that lasts is the sometimes turbulent river
that flows between two honest hearts
that have the strength and wisdom to be true to self
while expanding to accommodate
the goodness and the foibles of another.
Mixed metaphors be damned,
it is that rara avis that accepts and gives
in a constant exchange of mutual respect,
of knowing that whatever comes
you will stand together, fearless, to face it.
Love is indeed that rare bird that cannot be
captured in a snare but must be met
on the wing of freedom,
choosing to fly alongside each other
through a brilliant blue sky,
buffeted but not separated by the treacherous winds
we call life.
© 2012 RC deWinter
On choosing to risk for love.