At first we fear the surrender

to open the heart so tender

allowing another to see us

without controlling without fuss

jagged edge for another to see

no images just being free

so difficult to take that chance

but to avoid it we miss the dance

the sweetness only love creates

that mind festers in debates

only the heart can overcome

what the mind has made numb

to love is be real and confess

that we are a perfect mess

it is not in our beauty that we grow

but in our mistakes the toil we sow

this dark depth is where love begins

when we accept the nature of our sins.

for only then can love be true

when it beholds the real you.