A poem inspired by a short love story between a great man and I. Choosing to love is easy, but falling in love is not a choice. Two swimmers wanted to swim in the pool. Swimmer one is me; Swimmer two is you. I jumped in the shallow end – cautious like a bunny; You jumped in the deep end – brave like a fire. Both of us not fully knowing, Where each swimmer stands, How each swimmer swims, When we are swimming in unknown waters. You swam feverously, calling me to join you. I want to join you, I really do! Yet fear of deep waters pulls me back, Weight of past love holds me back. Two strokes forward, one stroke back, Each stroke forward, makes me stronger. Healing my past, carrying me forward, Gi
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