Gentle Heart

All I can hear is the rain outside. I hear rumbles of thunder and the wind as it brushes the trees. It's a beautiful sight to see. I begin to think of how the light air can cause such a powerful flow for the trees to sway. This light air causes the rain to shift. This leads to my question. How can such a light smooth voice cause a movement in my heart? How can my innocence cause him to gravitate towards me? How can emotions develop with so much distance between us? Though the air is weightless, it's strong. Though love is only an emotion, it's strong. We can't control the air. We can't control love. We can't control our emotions. I can't say this is love, I can say this is felicity. I can't say he is mine, I can say he is real. I can't say this is the one, I can say this is the beginning!
The rain is slowing down and the air is becoming still. It's only been a short while, but it feels like it's been years. It's been a feeling I haven't felt before. I've been in a glass case and it's been finally broken. Much like the calm of the air after a storm, my heart starts to heal. I start to believe again. I start to believe love can happen for me. I'm scared of opening up. But I'm not scared of you. I can't say where this will go, but I can say I would like to know. I place my wounded heart in your hands. Just like the soft air, please handle my fragile heart....with care.