Pass or Fail
No words come to mind when I think of love anymore. I just go with it, overwhelmed and completely defenseless. She is beautiful, of that there is no doubt. She is confident like a ferocious tigress, but so fragile. I want to protect her like the plants in my garden, but I don’t want her to notice. She is beautiful and love is a lonely occupation when devotion is undivided. It is meant to be that way, though. I ask nothing in return. I must protect the love in my life and raise it and grow it large. I must let this love bear multiple healthy fruits. Love is my sole responsibility, the ultimate test.
