How vulnerable do I have to be,
To bare my soul on bended knee,
This side of me, shouldn't be seen negative,
For all I give is love, so pure, so viable.
In open arms, my heart I lend,
With every beat, affection I send,
No walls to hide, no masks to wear,
Just love's embrace, tender and rare.
Though scars may line this tender heart,
Each mark a tale of love's own art,
They speak of courage, not of despair,
For vulnerability, love can repair.
So let us cherish these emotions true,
For vulnerability brings love anew,
In this tender state, we find our strength,
To love unguarded, at any length.
With every risk, our hearts ignite,
As vulnerability takes its flight,
And in this dance of hearts and souls,
We find the beauty that love extols.