When others and I, myself, break this heart
You are always there, though not there waiting.
And though this heart has yours once torn apart
My Self and yours find entwined by fate's wing
Our lives; as we, on Mercy's precipice,
Seek out to find where finding can't be lost.
(No will-be's ... nor has-beens... lost as we kiss)
For decisions now our lives pay the cost,
So sleep next to me and all else forget
Except that tonight together we're warm
And in my arms you'll have nothing to fret:
Decisions, our lives, can wait till the morn.
May dreams of love fill the dark in between
Though love might not be what dreams of it seem.
