If time was a seedless lament
And you were a friend -
If I could put my heart into your hands
And know that you’d be gentle with it
What would we be?
If love were a weed
That grew by an abandoned, dusty road
Unacknowledged, un-witnessed
Unseen...
Where would our love grow?
If hope were a reason for knowing
Would you tell me the secrets of your heart?
Would you let me in and let the angst depart?
Trust is broken, breached, whipped and hurt.
Love is touched, held under jury
Winged eternal, subject to
The hail and fury
Of flawed creatures – you and me
If love was a story
What would yours be?
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