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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