Preserving softness

The soft heart struggles to turn others away,

It welcomes them,

shares its light,

gives out love, almost recklessly,

till suddenly, it finds itself depleted. 

Weakened by its greatest strength.

Yet, despite this, there is nothing to change.

Compassion can't be a flaw,

love should never be limited,

the problem lies not in the heart itself

but in the people it attracts,

Choose those who are just as selfless,

who give just as recklessly,

who return the light.

Or remain alone.

So till the heart finds its way to gentle hands,
Preserve it, within the comforts and safety of solitude