Simple as love

there are stains on my heart,
slowly falling,
burning,
like claws

I miss what have never been,
what will never be.

Accepting once more,
the complexity,
the simplicity.

Everything so suddenly clear,
imagine that it all is about love,
to be appreciated for who you are,
truly loved with everything you have been,
are, will become...

...and to feel safe and grow within that knowledge.