poem for the cynics

Bring to you

I carry forth a glimmer of love
small and fragile and pearl
and I wonder
what
you'll make of it
if you'll even look
or if you'll toss it away...
holding it
nervously
as if
I'm entering
out-of-my-depth
territory
foreign
chilling
but your soft eyes
soothe me
and welcome me
and I had
nothing
to fear

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