What happens if I love you?
If I open the door and forget to be afraid –
See my story pour out and meet yours;
I wonder would it hurt that way?
Could it possibly hurt more than this?
I should’ve known, I guess
But it’s too late now for regret,
If only my heart were silent,
That way I wouldn’t have to listen;
How dangerous it is to love this deeply.
But then, you would know.
~ Ilana Reimer