God has a sense of humor
His time is not the same as mine
His Hand is on the butterfly, the sunset
And the platypus – humor incarnate
What if the time is now?
Would we be wise enough
To jump in, run free, trust our hearts
Be a part of something more
Or would we hide in the shadows
Of our hurts, our betrayals, our scars
Cowering at the risk of being hurt again
And hope that real love would pass us by
What if the other half I am looking for
Is standing right before me
With steel blue eyes and a quick wit
And honeysweet words on his lips
What if real love is the deep and
True feeling that cannot be denied
What if it makes us see the reality
Of our ugly and scarred places
What if those places were loved
For the person they created
Kissed for the soul they have built
For the rebuilding of something beautiful
What if love is knocking at my door?
Will I choose to open and receive?
Knowing there is risk, knowing there
Is always a chance it may be gone
Love without risk is not love.
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