Contained bountiful may be one’s capacity for love but boundless it is not. a reservoir can only hold so much and then some, perhaps but finally it is finite. infinite it cannot be in hard reality, love is contained not so much is pain. love is water pain is air the room for pain is always there. of pain there’s always more, for all is fair in love and war. but fair it does not feel. this kind of air does not heal it punches holes in heart and soul and leaves one holy but not whole. in the end do I believe that love will conquer fear? in the end perhaps I will, but not tonight not tonight. tonight my love is contained. but not so much my pain. #poem
Sammie ❤️
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