Can I love you and not get lost?

I'm standing, outside my wounds,

wondering

can I love you and not get lost?

The house of me

I was rebuilding by myself.

Alone.

I started, knowing nothing.

You came and offered a hand I never knew.

Hiding in my dark, your soul touched mine

and I would not believe you existed.

Fear grew with closeness

covered in thoughts of the past.

Knowing learning my self,

the concern was in me

and as I grew inside my walls

protecting my very existence, so did you.

Now our walls have moved downward

'till we stand touching,

in our new morning.