e, unaccustomed to courage

    exiles from delight

    live coiled in shells of loneliness

    until love leaves its emple

    and comes into our sight

    to liberate us into life.

    Love arrives

    and in its train come ecstasies

    old memories of pleasure

    ancient ories of pain.

    Yet if we are bold,

    love strikes ahe chains of fear

    from our souls.

    e are imidity

    In t

    we dare be brave

    And suddenly we see

    t love costs all we are

    and will ever be.

    Yet it is only love

    ws us free.