Now, you are sleeping, so late at night
Eyes closed and lost in dreams
I think of you. In the frost of winter,
where nothing clear it seems
Yet, your lover thinks
That he does deem
Indeed, he is so lucky
To cherish you, my love, so he can you esteem
Hold close in thy arms
feel through the seems
The grains of passion
Too small to be seen, yet strong enough to hold
A love, sensible and tight.
We both know what it means
Yes, we are afraid. Yes, we are…
But we know is THERE.
We are afraid.
So afraid. To be hurt, yet again.
But it cannot be denied
What we feel should not be strained
Or be misguided. Why? Because it is wrong and safe?
Since it is easy, for what? To throw it all away?
Why? You know why? We done it both before
We are better than that now.
We are no longer stone.
We’ve grown, no longer alone
Whether through mistake or fault,
As we painters
Of life’s canvas
We color and shade
To be in love and behave, not to linger or just play
But for once, yes finally in life, to truly, in love to stay
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