Love and love!

Is love this fluttering at my breast? Or is it infatuation?
Is it the desire to please, or is it love or is it fear?
Are my words sweet because i am stuck in how it should be or because my heart is full?

Who am I most, my illusion or my truth?
My honoring or my neglect?
Do I love you? Or me? Or we?

I humbly and powerfully request that my ego my fear and my wounding surrender.
That clarity replace confusion.
Kindness replaces harshness
And who I truly am in all my splendor guides all my choices.
So Be It!
Dora 22092015