Love when and How.

In the dance of hearts, I've learned to discern, Never again shall I make love's fire burn, If it's to waste both her time and mine, Better to be friends. Yet, in the shadow of what might have been, Lies the fear of making those mistakes again. So, we cling to the comfort of what we know, Afraid to let love's wild winds blow. For love's a mystery, a riddle untold, A journey of hearts, both timid and bold. In the end, we barely understand, When to hold on, and when to let love command.