Our love is fighting itself
For fear, of reprisal from commitment
It is a time of expression that has climbed
To the top of all that is what gives us life

The knowing, of the day you are part
Of, the knowing of your openness that fills you,
Heaving from my breast we both know

Believing the truth that we are one, knowing that one is
What is yearned. Seeking to know how the pounding of your heart can
Withhold the truth, longer than I knew, longer than I hoped

You are the hope, of the love which is not to be cast aside, you are the hope
The desire, the knowing victor of love. Yet, you must learn your control is your freedom. Your love is in the womb, the offspring of intent, seeking desire to be one.

But time has played a learning resolve on our love, to expire, to fail, to fall asunder
With passion lost, love loses its luster only to be found again by fate, by coincidence.
Come back and know that love is the intent, the warmth the joy.