I will be awake to catch your tears,
will speak to your silence
in the quiet of a storm an eye
will be awake
only to watch your soft breath
a serene glance
into the beauty of woman
the elegance of her,
the delight of your smile,
the roll back of your eyes
the surreal nature of the wonder
your being places upon my life.
I will, I would, I can begin to let you
pause
I would, I will, I want to begin to say
pause
I want to let you go, I would …
I will
not.
My apology is in the passion of my words
trying desperate measures
to define just why
I could not possibly ever believe
my love for you might ever
(nigh).
