Love, the heart’s fuel, is of another kind:
it is a rare jewel, these days hard to find.
Love is like a beggar in a busy street:
few have time for him to meet.
Fear, like a virus, is easy to catch,
whenever two uncertain hearts match.
Love on the other hand is more difficult to spread:
only the open hearts can taste its bread.
The darkness of fear can only prevail
until the heart is under its veil.
To the light of love the darkness will make way
should courage take the veil of fear away.
Take care,
Helena Smole, author of Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type