The problem is, love is easy to give,
Yet much more easy to take,
The stronger the love, the weaker the heart
And the more likely that it will break.
The problem is, love is always a risk
Like a trapeze we swing when we dare;
Will someone catch us, or will we fall down?
We wonder, as we fly through the air.
Caren E. Salas
Day 28 of April Poem a Day Challenge: a "problem" poem.