Two worlds.
Would to God that I
Could straddle the fence.
I wish that I could please you.
But to do so,
I would have to be
The thing that you expected
And not the thing I am.
And I am no more
Than what you
See before you.
And since I cannot please you,
I am afraid
That you will have to
Love or hate me
There is no middle road.
So here I am.
Will you love me
Will trust me
Will you share
The air you breath
And your last oil and flour
With one who cannot
Serve your fancies
Or say the things
You're longing for?
If so,
Then all my heart
I give you,
All the words
You're longing for.
I am yours
And you are mine love,
Nothing less
And nothing more.
