Love, an open heart

I can’t be defined by your opinion.  It won’t break me.  I can’t be ashame of being me because I am not who you think I ought to be.  I am a chameleon, adapting to the changes of each season.  I am a seed that is flourishing into a flower.  My love is endless and forgiving.  Don’t abuse me because you know I won’t condemn you for hurting me.  Why don’t you honor me?  Forgive me. Grow with me.  Stay true and loyal to me.  But you don’t hear me because you left me.


an open heart


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