to bear the weight of a heart
heavy with love.
We disagreed.
We lived and loved with an urgency,
as if at any moment it could be snatched away,
stolen and crushed.
But something changed.
You wrapped yourself up in these barricades,
A barbed wire fence around your heart,
You said,
Even the sweetest honey is loathsome
in its own deliciousness;
So we now we love moderately instead.
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