Stand in Love It matters much, the words we share, To speak with patience, to listen with care. I honor the kindness you’ve offered to me, Your talents shine brightly, for all to see. Yet sometimes feelings cut too deep, And quick reactions rise from sleep. I know this path—I’ve walked it too, Learning to shape my voice anew. I’m not without flaws; I stumble, I try, Still reaching for clarity, time passing by. But lately confusion has clouded our space, And I long for a gentler, clearer embrace. So let us grow, together refine, A stronger connection through open design. For now, I seek only friendship’s light, Where boundaries are steady, and hearts feel right. I stand in my season—both mother and fire, Balancing duty with quiet desire. If love should awaken, it must be strong, A healed foundation where both belong. I will not fall, I choose to rise, To stand in love with open eyes. Only when wholeness completes its song, Shall love be the place we both belong.
