Can I trace someone’s edges without erasing my own?
Can I open the door, and still keep walking myself home?

Let me fall in love,
Like petals, not like thorns,
Bare feet firmly rooted.

I hold the answers,
I am the answer.

But remember, if your petals never bloom,
Then who will ever witness your soft essence and know you well?

So tell me, Goddess of love,
Is there a way to fall in love without being overtaken and being consumed?