I'm standing here holding love in my hands,Clueless where to put it.It rests here like a living thing.Warm, trembling slightly.Too alive to throw away,Too faithful to abandon,Yet too heavy to carry.I've turned it over a hundred times.Looked for hands to place it,Leaned toward every open doorBut it recoiled from the cold,Too shy for unfamiliar hands.I… Continue reading POEM #21