Enough Love for the Night

I would like to write a love song,
saying everything I never said.
I would like to write a love song
telling you all the words I never dared.

Bending reality with metaphor and unbreakable spirit,
Saying yes to life
and learning to no longer drift.
To embrace those trifling moments,
and realize the absolute beauty of the moment.

The uncompromising beauty of killing my pride,
killing this ego and myself long enough to feel,
to heal of this disease
and draw near enough to feel you again.

I've always felt that loving was loosing myself
but it's learning to find me inside you,
looking deep enough to feel
and hurt enough to reveal.
Looking inside to see your heart reflected
in every little thing I want to do.

Looking long enough to realize playing the martyr
fell out of fashion with the Colosseum
and everything I have left will fit
quite easily into your hands
and that the only thing left to give is my heart
and the hope that that might just be enough,
be enough for today, tomorrow and the next.

These words stretching out into eternity,
marking our spirits with hope
and the beauty eternally refracted in your eyes.