The fear of these words upon my lips,

Aching … knowing; Forever denying,

Oh … but at the slight of your fingertips.

 

And, I find that I’m fighting,

The stillness that has reigned in my heart,

Never to remain; by the gentle caress of your art.

 

Sliding into these depths,

I’ve been here before,

This fear I know;

To allow such merciful woe.

 

Now I kneel before you, heart in hand,

I’ve been caught off guard …

Like a boat sailing … drifting,

Into storms unplanned.

 

To fight my nature,

Which I know so dearly.

My better judgement lost inside,

Yet, I see it all so clearly.

 

How to act and what to say;

Overthinking years of silent feelings.

Second guessing all my words,

Left me too revealing.

 

Now to hide the hurt,

To step outside,

For the friend I have no more,

Oh, such is pride.

 

But you didn’t want me,

Nor this heart that beat so freely

You couldn’t love this soul,

Because you didn’t see me.

 

And the thousand dissonant notes

That rage against this turning tide,

For this love that floats so gently in the air.

Will not yet abide.

 

But you let it slip and left me bare,

Taking for granted all the care.

This fear I know so well,

Never to utter the words I want to, Dear.