The ways of love

I do not know the ways of love

But sometimes in the silence

I feel it descending

Like a dove

Showering it blessings

From above

Reminding me I am not alone

Even as my heart is breaking

I am no stranger to the ways of fear

Its tangled tendrils are always always near

Trying to tie me up in knots

The very knots

That love undoes

So if at times I take my leave

And fly off from you in reverie

To places dear

That I cannot fully speak of

Please my love bear with me

In this silence

As I listen deep

For ways to be in relationship

While bearing the wounds

I carry

For you see

So long have I tarried

Within this wilderness space

Not knowing what was the place

My heart could most feel free

Because fear and love so interwove

It was hard to find a home

Inside myself

While spending time with you

Someone who struggled to understand

The ways of love too