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My love crouches like a small, lonely child
Hidden among the shadows,
Too shy and too afraid
To stand and rush forward
And reach out with eager arms
And hungry heart.
My love huddles and hugs itself
Hard and tight against the hurt
That it imagines is inevitable
With Revelation.
No one is counting by twos or fives or tens
To a magic number when a search begins.
Certainly not You, for you do not know to Seek
Even if your heart desired to Find.
Perhaps, perhaps, if I could give some sign,
Find courage in this love that dares not show itself,
Strong as it is in all respects but this....
Perhaps you would see the lonely child and smile
And beckon it forth from among the shadows.