Would it be that much more loving
If I were to bind my heart to yours?
We would never be apart, sure.
But would we then ever be alone?
Would I still think to hear the birds
in the morning?
Will I still drift to sleep
on a Sunday afternoon when the
world is too bright to see?
What is a life without love?
And what is a life with it?
How many deaths
at the altar are required?
I have learned to not go angry to bed,
but will I be able to ask
forgiveness from the soft and
lovely face
I see also in my dreams?
The only face
that gives meaning to this nearly wasted life?
Will I always choose you in
the infinite freedom of each day?
She says to me Yes,
all this and more.