Words cannot describe how I feel Weak, hackneyed, incomplete None of them real The beauty and the pain The love rising up When I cry out your name Your kiss, the curve of your lips The flush of warmth divine Only for me, only mine I had waited and waited, and waited some more For a perfect love, someone to adore Until I could wait no more So, I trashed and burned my desires Quit being a child consumed by fires A child with stories, hiding, a liar When the ashes cooled and the true me remained I could be myself, no longer empty No longer chained Only then could I really see you Without expectation or rejection I accept that you love me, too
Everything is open to the winds of chance.