Black and White

Black and White

Love is fear, love is doubt
Love is running scared
Love is wanting something out
Of something unprepared
Like fine china on pedestals
Perched aloft on shelves
High up, safe from clumsy fools
Protected from ourselves
We fear grasping things we hold
For fear they may break
Fragile, precious things we’re sold
… yet too afraid to take
When prizes truly matter, mean
much more than random things
The fear they might shatter, dreams
with all the hope they bring
With doubts and fear nested deep
Where words and actions sway
That’s where we are tested, reaped
in areas of gray
Some will raise, embrace the light
… some in darkness fall
Love is far from black and white,
its different for us all