Slowly, so willingly
I lay myself bare before you
wondering, thinking, hoping,
knowing you've got the right eyes.
Steadily, so smartly
I dare to discover your world
wondering, thinking, hoping,
knowing you're bare before me.
Slowly, so warmly
I move forward to feel your heat
wondering, thinking, hoping,
knowing the fire will soothe me.
Softly, so saintly
I go through your spirited soul
wondering, thinking, hoping,
knowing it flows on and on.
Slowly, so wonderfully
I interweave your hand in mine
wondering, thinking, hoping,
knowing your grasp will be light
Assuredly, so boldly
we'll wander exposed to the world
wondering, thinking, hoping,
knowing our bond will guard us.
1 comment:
“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”
so, have you risked everything, mr. bain? are you willing too?
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