The early days are a heady mix
of joyful repartee.
Affection and our playful words,
we share with hopeful glee.
With eager hearts and bated breath,
we share a secret kiss.
We bask in newfound lust fulfilled,
And ache from each caress.
Plans and hopes we offer up,
In hope that we shall see,
That truth and honest heartfelt words
Were spoken by me to thee.
The pain from wounds you’ve felt and healed
Still linger in your eyes.
Trust comes hard from those who felt
the cut of vicious lies.
I know how much you honor me,
to let me in your heart.
You cannot know my faith or truth
Without that step into the dark.
I can only say that worse it’d be
if never had we tried.
For love will never come to those
who from their fear do hide.
The future that we hope for
lays too distant for us to see.
I can only hope and promise you
That I long for it to be.
