FAL

Fear and love, a tangled pair, One a shadow, the other a flare. Fear grips tight, in the dead of night, While love whispers, soft and light. Fear builds walls, high and strong, But love finds ways, all night long. It’s the crack in the armor, the tear in the veil, The gentle breeze in a stormy gale. Love is the courage to face the fear, To hold on tight when danger’s near. It’s the light in the dark, the hope in despair, The hand that’s there when no one cares. Fear may shout, and love may cry, But love will stand, when fear says goodbye. For in the battle of heart and mind, It’s love, not fear, that heals in kind