I'm sick of fighting, my love
and I don't want to start things
too weighty or complex or cold
when I try to explain how I feel.
I don't like my voice bouncing off walls
or breaking us down before we meet
but let me try a few more words
to start again
and return us, unblemished, to love.

It was love all along that bore hopes and dreams
and hope brings all fears of failure.
Fear blindly buries the simplest, best truths
in pointless doubts and perilous words
but fear's a frail parasite, nibbling at dreams
and when dreams are done
fear eats itself up, and nothing remains here
but love.

I've returned to my heart,
and I've precious little to tell you tonight.
I just love you, beautiful one.
When you're here, I'm happy,
and we're perfect together
and nothing else matters.
You make me smile.

I'm no longer afraid of failing, my love
and I'm asking nothing of you.
I'm not building another dream.
I'm just saying I love you
more than ever
and I'm yours whenever you want me.

That's all I have to say.




© G.Cassel 2004