Though I do understand
there is always that parcel
perhaps call it passion
sometimes a demand.
A piece of my life for you
that is when exposed
a raw reality of my ambition
my desire, my need to want you.
I crossed a path years ago
found the true nature of love
in confusion I let you go
only to relive years later I know
There is that truth I refuse
some days are better than others
when timing becomes a glaring focus
I lose perspective, question needs.
Yet I would be clear each morning
when first eyes glance toward dream
her image, yes that is my one true
sanity always reminds me in blue.
I do know love in a quiet privacy
I will whisper your name is sweet