Poisonous Weeds
What does my fearful soul
Awakening in love see?
Oh, is there no prison
To hold captive my eyes?
Of the numberless steps
Up to my heart,
He climbed perhaps
Only two or three.
Trusting there is a plateau
On the summit,
I climb your heart
Which is said to be very steep.
“Beware! Danger ahead!”
My old self whispers from behind me,
The while my very young self urges,
“On!”
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