Experience has taught me that
The world is dark and menacing;
I would not have it so:
No – not for you —
The safe place that I’d build for you
Is full of love and comfort:
And there is little that
I would not do
To shield you and protect you; nay
To block you from the world:
But this can never be, for
You are free
For love, a type of madness, tries
To reshape what is real:
To give the shifting world
Stability
But here, in moments frail and warm,
Our passion is affection:
And all the clamor, strife,
And all the storm
Are only locked out for awhile;
For time has its direction,
And that the precious fades is
Just the norm
But now, this moment’s texture is
A thing of light caressing:
And what I can’t protect,
I can hold close —
As, limited in language,
I experience the blessing
That is a fate we all must
Diagnose
To share is human:
