Brave Heart

Any heart can give itself to a person willingly, naively.
Any heart can take bullshit and have mind defend and sugar coat.
Any heart can let ego endure pain and bring spirit to tears.
Any heart can let soul succumb to the agony of self doubt and swim in a series of inadequacies.
Any heart can break into a million pieces, and have those pieces break even more.
Any heart can let anger turn you bitter, until you cross over to pretend indifference.
Any heart can think this must be love.
And to many hearts it is; it's what they know. What they can identify with; what's acceptable.
But it will never be enough.

It takes a brave heart to love love.
Love in its truest, purest form.
Not an imitation of, but the real thing.
Without ego, without self preservation, without games.
Love, where there's no room for self doubts and insecurities because you know your worth, and so does love.
Love, where your effort is met with effort.
Love, where you grow with love, and love grows with you.
Love, where mind is honest and knows it has work to do, but will willingly do it.
Love, that is far from perfect, but is right for you.

Any heart will know extreme pain, the likes of which it thinks it'll never recover from. But a brave heart will take the lessons learnt, recognise the difference, risk everything and give itself to love... Completely.