Risky Business

Risky Business

To love is risky business—
a wager of the soul.
To stand at the edge,
uncertain,
and still leap forward?

Do you want…
to feel a love that never wants to fade,
a power that illuminates every cell,
and turns it on?

Do you want to…
cradle a fragile, dependent life,
to hear the inhale and exhale, and ask:
How can I hold such weight?
How can I ever be enough?

What does it mean—
to say yes,
to merge your life into another’s,
to walk the same road—
side by side,
yet far enough apart
to keep from losing yourself?

This is the gamble.
The leap.
The risk.

And yet—
what fullness,
what wonder—
to feel.

Will I risk it?
To go this deeply,
knowing one day it may shift,
transform into something
unseen,
or vanish,
like a mirage…

Am I willing to take this risk?
Perhaps the proof of love’s power
lies in the trembling,
in the shadow of loss that makes the flame burn brighter

I do not know.
I may never know.

And yet—
I am a gambler.
In this fleeting time,
I step into the fire,
willing to be consumed,
in hopes that love
will carry me
to forever…