A Scared Soul

I loved who she was

but I cannot love who she is,

nor who she may become,

her past belongs to the past.

I kept my distance, not out of fear,

but to build something real.

I wasn't chasing validation,

only trying to show her my intent.

I reached for her heart,

but she misunderstood.

These hands have touched many skins,

but with her, I wanted something deeper.

I was careful,

not to hurt or cause pain,

holding her as if she were fragile,

as if she were the most precious one.

And every time I was near,

I felt sensitive.

because with her I finally felt,

something true, something real.

Her body is a temple,

holding energy and light,

something sacred inside,

a soul I love and honor.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.