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Love Sublime


How Dare you play upon my heart
  a battered broken thing
How Dare you tread upon my hopes, my dreams
 Like you do so many forgotten things
You whisper I do it because I love you
 but, is that true?

Love is such a fragile thing
 One I will not barter
Why do you play upon the trust I once held
 Now a long forgotten thing
No more will you abuse me
 Deride me or confuse me
For I have been shown something more

How Dare you play upon my heart
  a battered broken thing
How Dare you tread upon my hopes, my dreams
 Like you do so many forgotten things
You whisper I do it because I love you
 but, is that true?

A love I have found, a protecting quiet thing
 So unlike the painful roar that once plagued my dreams
A gentle touch along my cheek
 a softness seldom felt
Whispers in my ear of sweet serenity

They Dare play upon my heart
 a healing touch
They Dare to build me up
 a pedestal
They whisper I respect you, I adore you
 and somehow I know it's true
 
A warmness in my heart
 something once so cold
Tended by gentle looks and loving words
 now so often heard
A haven built around me
 arms that do not confine me
 
They Dare play upon my heart
 a healing touch
They Dare to build me up
 a pedestal
They whisper I respect you, I adore you
 and somehow I know it's true
 
My heart stitched back together
 a cooling balm applied
Their safety surrounds
 so gently I will cry
Love is now so sweet and life so sublime
 
 

 

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