When the scope of our lives,
the tears arrive first, they last forever,
for every moment we recall,
the waters rising are reasonable.
The hurt inside,
makes sense responding to truth,
yet we do shy away.
We want the reality of love to last
throughout our quiet
reflection when confusion suggests,
when time speaks loud
while our lives continue to seek
– honest appraisal-
The sort of sweet response a life
gives another chance.
Oh to know there is certainly one
that holds our heart.
She does mine, in every step of my day,
while the sun always sets.
I await a morning dawn, relief
is my only hope,
to know the beauty of her desire,
is passion demands respect.
Oh to know the response our love commits,
beyond a societal norm, is eternally found.