AN OUTAKE ON RISK

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool....you make me laugh enormously, but you are no fool.

To weep is to risk being called sentimental....I weep silently at the sentiment neither of us feel able to put into words at present but is none the less exchanged in other ways.

To reach out to another is to risk involvement....my involvement is found in the exchange of a knowing look, a warm smile and reaching out for that extra kiss of longing you provide constant.

To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self....feelings can be totally exposed in word and interaction. Our interaction expresses and exposes our true selves eloquently. Words could not begin to compete and would be just window dressing with meaning.

To place your ideas and dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naive....my naivety was in thinking there was little chance of anyone in existence who could make my hopes and dreams of loving and being loved a reality.

To love is to risk not being loved in return....If two people give up to each other the love that lives within themselves, the risk becomes non existent.

To live is to risk dying....we all die in the end, so why not live in the meantime.

To hope is to risk despair....I hope for the future of two people who will bury despair forever.

To try to risk is failure....If we try that bit harder, failure will diminish with effort.