Because of You

There was a time I thought the world and me to be too grown up for strong emotions. I scorned all thoughts to do with love, and, embarrassed, blinked back tears at children singing Silent Night. But then, by chance, you came along. You, a woman who, for some reason, perhaps induced in part by my own advancing years, inspired a lust for honesty that had me, hard and safe and certain me, careering down love’s alpine road in that fearless angel gear the grandest lives are lived in. You loosed forgotten feelings long lost and buried beneath the life I’d lived. Revived now by the tremble in my chest of breath inhaled from near your kiss and unashamed when tears well up at innocence of children’s choirs, I have been made by you a man far better than the one you found. Then why, for basking in your love's warmth carefully, caringly, passionately given, love I could never properly return, do you still gift to me your scones with jam and cream?