There is a madness to love
so compelling words chase it
to try and explain why
tenderness can grow
in a heart turned to stone.
Few seek to become vulnerable,
yet the spirit will open as orchid petals
when love finds the tiniest space of entry.
Umbrellas held so tightly to protect
a soul from another storm of rejection
wilt beneath the summer flush of attraction.
The rebirth of a heart welcomes fragile,
the risk of breaking, because to feel
love again is a horizon void of despair.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWrMo Day 23
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