Yield.

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Yield.

Let the words go through me…

I never thought I’d want to be

With such a perfect being

In the story I have

Written of this life.

Slow we started,

Slow we love,

Fast we talk.

Nothing can stop

The flow of our words.

I am scared.

Let the words go.

If I say it, will it be

Enough for tomorrow?

I need to wait

To make sure,

Just so sure,

That I am ready to

Enter

In the contract

With harmony

And pain.

With love

And Jealousy.

With Anguish

And bliss…

…Again.

Or…

Could we just have fun

This time, without

Being angry at the

Stories in our lives?

Without brining in

The past?

Simply enjoying who

We are?

What life has made of us?

What we have learned?

Where we are today?

Why not?

Why compare?

What is this life made of

If not of chances

And risks

We are willing to

Take?

Stars, bless me tonight!

I have to try.

I have to see

If she’s for me.

Will I hurt?

Will we dance?

Will we stay?

Will it work?

Can we grow old?

Only one way to find out.

Heart! Take me through

It day by day.

Let it be

What it will be.

Let me be ready,

To endure the sweet surrender

That only a relationship

Knows how to

Breathe.   

For a single chance
I yield. Again.

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro