It Is

It is a truth I do not dare parade kept to myself as scare prevailed that I would lose you had I said what thoughts I trade with heart and head It is the yearning cry within my flesh that suffocates as I repress its being with a weak pretence. The shadow of my true intent It is the silent prayer I often make while God and I still lay awake, the thing I ask Him more than most. That dear days dawn I hope would break It is you my darling and my love for you, and all the best that I could want for you, the cord upon myself incurred in want and need and written word. It is all that I have ever dreamed and all that I have ever seen, all that we have ever been and all I wish we’ll ever be