I was told love was for the weak, meek and ill minded.
I believed it at a point, until my heart opened up to it.
I thought I was strong enough to fight it, not realizing I was just delaying the inevitable.
She was just a girl, a cute one though
And my heart saw her as more than curves and a smile that glowed.
I thought it was a two day adventure waiting for its time to pass,
Buy the only gift time gave me, was a feeling I couldn't grasp.
I was again told to flow with the current and hope for the best
Even though I knew she'd be resistant, I forgot the worst.
So I did nothing, and allowed my emotions to carry me, little did I know I know I was headed for the fall to the heartbreak sea.
It took a little push to get the words out,
"I love you" and there was no backing out.
I trembled like never before, waiting for a verdict.
Then she said "I'm sorry..." the rest I couldn't interpret.
I thought I could take the pain, for it was normal
Rejections and all were meant to make men stronger.
But I was wrong, I cried myself to sleep each day
Until I found some purpose in this pain.
A new me was needed to move on.
So I put myself together and the old me was gone.
I may have felt weak, I may have felt meek, I may have felt ill minded.
But all love does is make you ardent, cogent and a better you.

~ny😊