There is a risk involved in everything.
Every time you share a smile,
Every time you shed a tear,
You are opening yourself up to hurt.
Some people tread slowly through life,
Avoiding the closeness risk brings,
Sidestepping things they can't understand,
Turning away from those who care.
Those who care too much,
Those who care too long,
Those who hold too tightly.
There is never an easy way to love.
You cannot approach it cautiously.
It will not wait for you to arm yourself.
It does not care if you turn away.
It is everywhere, it is everything.
Love is the greatest of all risks.
It is not reliable,
It is not cautious,
It is not sympathetic.
It is unprejudiced and unmerciful.
It strikes the strongest of minds.
And brings them
to their knees in one blow.
Even in the best of times, love hurts.
It hurts to want,
It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,
It hurts to be
the other part of someone else,
Without either of your consent.
But from the moment it overtakes you,
It hurts worse to be alone.
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