I am committed to you.

God, just the thought of that

used to terrify me—

bind me in breathlessness

strangling any amount of

freedom my heart

thought it would lose

in loving only you.

Young, ignorant heart.

It knew not the vastness,

the immense capacity it has

to love—

that to give it to you

was not a limitation at all

but the purest release into loving.

It feared what it might miss out on,

who else’s heart might match

its rhythm; who else’s love

could seep into the contours

of its wounds—

unhealed scars from battling

Love itself.

But it is ready now.

More patient.

Reactions swell like

rich ocean waves

only to crash and collect

themselves

back into the sea—

my heart now knows

the pattern of passing fear

and remains free; unarmed.

Oh what freedom there is in

love, knowing now

it needs nothing in return—

is bound only by its own intentional

propensity to feel.

This heart is committed to you

without expectation,

without conditions.

It knows that your love

is not the same as its own,

and does not search yours

to lend it purpose.

My heart is committed to you

in its honest,

sweetly simple

commitment to love itself.

Relephant Read:

Love is not Enough.

Author: Tiffany Anderson

Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photo: couscouschocolate/Flickr