Love isn't always kumbaya singing, but pulling from deep inside to do more good than bad, biting your tongue for quick responses and allowing yourself to feel - the good and the bad. This is one my favorite poems, by one of my favorite poets, and the basis of one of my favorite books of the same title (a lot, I know)
If you come softly
by: Audre Lorde
If you come as softly
As wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.
If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.
You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.
And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why, now.
Or how, or what you do.
We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich earth between us
Shall drink our tears.
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