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I’m currently enrolled in a Human Nutrition course (midway) and I’m beginning a “Creative Writing” course on Tuesday.  As part of our required reading, this poem was listed.  This poem struck a chord with me…it is the history of love (me).   I’m glad to be taking this course when I am at a place where I can truly enjoy every stinking minute of it with the realization that I am in the final courses of my undergrad journey. 

Love arrives;
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet, if we are bold
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
 
We are weaned from our timidity.
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet, it is only love
which sets us free.
 

Maya Angelou