Fresh Eggs

Those fresh eggs broke when they shouldnt have cracked
Hard rain poured down when we needed sunshine;
Bagpipes drowned out the harsh words we had packed
Into suitcases and dreams left behind
In your absence, I became addicted
To childrens blithe laughter --because it is
Sweeter than what I had once predicted
Red lips from bites -- not passionate kisses
Too many jets landed and flew away
My hands ache from waving my heart goodbye
Trust turned blue from hoping that you would stay
Then we both passed out from the inhaled lie
I don't try to cook fresh eggs anymore
Just buy them in a bottle from the store

Prediction

It will end with
tears falling
into steeped tea for one
heart aching
from too much running --
I suppose
and boxing up your memories
Because I can finally
live without those

Softly, Messy

I love the way
my hair falls
softly, messy
around you
and the chill of sweat
trickling down my back
When arching and pulling
away from
but pushing deeper into you
I love memories
like that

7 PM

Ice melting slowly
I lean into you
whirpools of water
everything feels new
Mixed with my drink
lustful liquids combine
as they crash into the glass
I’m reinventing time
Stirring them, moving them
motions near the prize
around a ripe, red cherry
your hand upon my thigh
I’m listening to your story
but begin to plan and think
How your mouth curves slightly
How I taste you as you speak
Your hand upon my back
My body feels desire
You lead me out the door
a rising, climbing fire
Dark and misty rain
falling into your kiss
shield us from the lights
I’m blinded from the bliss

New Flames

My body is hypnotized poetry
                        his touch is the script to my flesh
                        Tenderly he explores all of me
                        searching hands upon my breasts
                        Aching for his lips upon mine
                        daring to taste his desire
                        He lures me closer
                        I lean into his world
                        Inventing new flames for our fire

Prescription

My soft hands
gliding over your tired soul
like warmth over heat
cover you with sleep
Something that creeps in
Taking hold of your senses
gripping onto your emotions
covering them in suspended depth
retreats for the moment --
This moment that I hold you
so close to my hope
Transcending every venue
of depression and confusion
futile spies who wait
disguised in fear
will hide from the taste
of the sheltered kiss I bring
Tenderly and carefully
lifting you to faith
I will carry uncertainty for you,
this burden, this strangess
an unfamiliar place
My lips land gently
upon your worries
smoothing away
the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
and healing those wounds
that have temporarily left
their reputable bloody disdain
on your possible tomorrows
I will wash you again, my love
Breathing in the late night air
exhaling cool dreams
into your mind
upon your fevered heart
with a silence only given
not wasted
while we are apart
bringing your strength in…
I will hold you high above the night
Listening to your pain and promise
from too many miles away
without you…
but so near to you…
While you rest
I will stay beside you
I will do my best

Your Laughter

I felt it just now -- a powerful pull
A longing to hear that genuine sound
That resonates deep, a seed for my soul
Like a spring flower growing underground
At times it is quiet, or somewhat shy
At others, accompanied by a scoff
One bears a smile reflecting the sky
Your tone deep and husky, but not too rough
The tension is lost, the moment regained
I hear a child remembering joy
When it can no longer be held, contained
It sings the happiness of a young boy
I felt it now  -- my heart's beating faster
How much I miss your infectious laughter

Still In Love

And I'm still in love with your angry heart
The place you stand is not where you can breathe
Empty breeds bitterness. Let me impart
Some hope to your own and lifelong repreive
From questions and choices that may return
Unannounced, dennounced old ghosts from your past
When catching the star that should have been burned
Or waking up a dream once it has passed
Driving to open a path for your feet
Secretly hand you a key to the door
Is diving into an ocean so deep
That once in water, you sink to the floor
But I'm still in love with your cynic side
Another piece of your soul you can't hide

Empty Blue Chair

Eyes smiling hours before
downcast again
Weighted sighs fall past
the cracking crystal floor

Heart caught in between
after and before --now
Like a twisted spleen
in the hinge of a door
that won't open or close
Give less to give more?

A diligent pain
you can't pray to ignore
And still?
Eyes brimming
growing a chilled, cold stare
Rest their blurry vision
upon an empty blue chair

Hand moving softly
back pressed against your door
Tracing asymmetrical circles
over the reappearing scar
from the love I once bore

Emotional Burnout

I don't how to finish this one
This scene of emptiness
Serenity is gone!
Unclean silence
surrounding your cynical
torched laughter
Emotional burnout
will leave us
unhappily ever after
And you make no choice
but run further and faster
creating in my heart
one catastrophic disaster

Solitary Moment

How do I convey to the world
what it's like to miss
your orange juice smile
after October's first kiss
And do you remember
the night we lay in mirrored slips
Botticelli bodies swapping souls
wrapped in nothing but bliss

Louder

God damn you!
God damn me!
God damn us!
And he doesn't understand!
But he knows.
Senses enough to touch my hand
He sees my tears
and keeps dancing
on the periphery of my sadness
Innocence at its best.
Hide and Seek with me mommy!
I'm already playing that game, baby.
Turn the music up louder
While your pride grows stronger
Bite my lip until the blood tastes clean
God damn me!
God damn me!
God damn this fucking madness.

Laundry

It was supposed to be
handled with care
gently handwashed
in warm clear water
Just reshape
and leave out to dry
clipped to the line
under radiant sunshine
But you threw it into
a low capacity place
one with too many
other articles of loathing
It was overflowing
There is always more space
Why didn't you read the directions?
They are there to protect the fabric
If you were uncertain
Why not ask questions?
You washed it too long
It felt like freezing, cold rain
and though you turned the heat on,
tumbling around with rough canvas
and stiff, rigid cottons
my heart shrunk from the pain
I can't walk out the door
to meet you all or halfway
in something so small
still covered in stains
It looks so worn and shriveled
as it falls to the floor
I have no need for something
that doesn't fit me anymore

Whores and Librarians

Collar up, white blouse, rimmed glasses on nose
Beg your mind to ignore the deep blue stare
Skirt up, blouse open, tattoo of a rose
Stilletto heeled confidence standing there
Soft fingers turn pages, sighs escape lips
Intelligent angel in the sunlight
Red nails tapping impatiently on hips
Decadent devil arrives by midnight
Blonde silk brushes shoulders, warmth you can feel
Vanilla scents waft through each memory
Highlights through brown embers captures appeal
Candles glow amber colored fantasies
Curious glance meets on-call-for-sex eyes
My question to you is, which one am I?

Treasure Hunt

One third degree kiss ignites his desire
Hands wrap around his ultimate pleasure
Body pressed to skin sweats hot liquid fire
Tongue traced map will lead him to her treasure
Blinded by darkness he takes her inside
Heat from two lips disguised as a whisper
Mouth exploring caverns some try to hide
Deep fantasies command him to to twist her
Around! Now! Possess her soul and live your
Long awaited, fantasy --you've earned it!
Don't ask or hestitate there is still more
To take. Put your key in the box! Turn it!
Watch her eyes as you open the dream
Feel her ecstasy when you hear her scream

The Gift

Loving you
is like
giving a blind man
the gift of sight
and watching him
gouge his eyes out

Chains

That tarnished silver chain before his birth
Lies unworn and forgotten on your chest
Of drawers that will no longer hold my shirts
Once sent in boxes scented with sweet breath
From whispers that I softly left inside
Meticulously chosen papered love
Wrapped twice around some succulent surprise
Tastes and memories from a distant stove
Strained sighs and tears have watered down letters
I wrote to you when love was true and fair
The boxes mailed are crushed and look weathered
By rains and storms that drown you over there
This chain around my wrist covered by sleeves
Constricts my pulse. Now I can barely breathe.

Twisting Strings

I lay down quietly upon the bed
My fingers softly twist the strings attached
To my breaking heart from your aching head
Absent minded sighs fill me like the bath
Water I ran while turning off the lights
So candles burning sex could set the mood
Warming our embrace and to reunite
Our vow to find the place where we once stood
But I sit sadly, in sheer disbelief
These moments -- they were ours and may be gone
Like prized pearls concealed, taken by some thief
Our time disappears and soon we have none
I gaze at the clock through watery eyes
And watch the twisted, thin strings come untied

The Shape of a Mistake

I jump from square to square with no reprieve
My feet have blisters from landing too hard
Trying to give you what you think you need
And when you change your mind I will discard
The overwhelming mound of words and thoughts
Covering up your cluttered, messy desk
I'll look inside your closet for a box
To file secret answers to this test
I wish the squares would change to rectangles
Filled with more space to hold every chair
Outside the boundaries of triangles
That border each of your constricting squares
They never taught me all about the shapes
We live in when we make such large mistakes

Dear Mr. Orange

How interesting
you would choose
Mr. Orange
as your name
a cowardly name to use
That food is old
wasted and acidic
a sour kind of fruit
Though you probably felt
proud and clever
and laughed to yourself
when you did it
You forgot that the orange
is left at the bottom
of the trash with the maggots
right next to the wannabe critics

Shadow

I followed you, I shadowed you tonight
Through waking breath and dreams I walked with you
Winds quickened, trees covered the city lights
Coyotes wimpered sad songs to the moon
I'm waiting once more for a sign or sound
That tells me you know I am standing here
Releasing sighs to make you turn around
But you keep moving -- guided by your fear
Did you think that time would heal our wounds?
Did you think that somehow we could face
The emptiness and lonely darkened rooms
Alone? Or leave it all in careless haste?
I whispered. Did you ever hear my voice?
I'll stay behind. I have no other choice.

Waiting

I want to see you sitting there again
Slow sipping golden ale to wait for me
While lights are going out -- it's half past ten
And clocks restrain you there for one more drink
I want to see you sitting there once more
Distracted by one vibrating alarm
As you eagerly head out of the door
Leaving a half-empty glass on the bar
My love, I am sitting here quietly
Patiently, I'm waiting for your return
My breathing has increased so steadily
Memories of your soft touch makes my heart yearn;
I want to be lying with you again
While the moonlight surrounds us, skin to skin

Security

Hold, hold hold
Let go -
Hold, hold, hold
Let go -
Hold, squeeze
Hold, kiss
Hold, talk
Hold, caress
Hold, hold, hold
Drop

Security

Hold, hold hold
Let go -
Hold, hold, hold
Let go -
Hold, squeeze
Hold, kiss
Hold, talk
Hold, caress
Hold, hold, hold
Drop

Asthma

Inhale, inhale, inhale
Exhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale
Exhale
Inhale, cough
Inhale, breathe
Inhale, sneeze
Inhale, choke
Inhale, inhale inhale
Suffocate

Fragile

Break, break break
Repair.
Break, break, break
Repair.
Break, glue
Break, sew
Break, stitch,
Break, mend
Break, break, break,
Broken

Moving Pictures

I picture you there
oblivious
to the muffled cries
one half hour's worth
of trying to share
Slumped in the dark
eyes watching
mind absorbing
arms touching
next to someone else
too far apart from me
to care
And as the hours
drag your thoughts
into silent weekends
you become more
willingly unaware

Friday Car Crash

You just
catapulted my heart
a punch in the stomach
ripple effect
Pushed my limit
my steadfast patience
of your closed doors
my steadfast patience
of your fearful confusion
my steadfast patience
of your fickle rejection
to full throttle ejection
through the shattered window
of a head on crash
with too much trust in you
I drive too slowly
I'd rather stay
stuck in reverse
or slide into neutral
than crawl on all fours
from my overturned car
searching frantically for
the shredded pieces of my heart
that have formed sick spaghetti smiles
at the side of the road
while you walk away without
a scar

A Walk in February

My gift of music seems trite and cliche
A cold, technological pseudo gift
I wish you would sit down and read today
All of these feelings you seem to have missed
Memories and wishes are more than old prose
They once pulled you back into our reverie
Doors you've ignored are beginning to close
From overgrown hope and lost fantasy
Then holding his hand to venture outside
More music appeared from one little heart
I noticed he has your comfortable stride
While walking -- tearing a small leaf apart
The gift of music through his rosebud lips
Is one you should try hard not to dismiss

Too Many, Not Enough and One

There are too many old, wooden benches
Empty, unused, just waiting for romance
Someone's  first kiss behind hidden fences
Someone giving lost love a second chance
There are too many I love you's wasted
On moments and people who don't understand
What I'd give to be someone you placed as
The one to accept your trembling hand
There are not enough sighs in the morning
Breathless from years of inhaling too much
Hope for the end to my constant yearning
To wake you up everyday with my touch
There is one perfect sonnet or poem
Waiting to be written to bring you home

Onion

Peel, peel, peel
Pause...
Peel, peel, peel
Pause...
Peel, feel
Peel, think
Peel, listen
Peel, learn
Peel, peel, peel
Cry.

Second Thought

I want to go back
and end it with them
so I can be
on the giving end
of placing my footprint
carefully outlined
in premeditated pain
and waste no time
Burning the hole
into someone's heart
forever leaving there
a hidden, ugly scar
of permanent insecurity
no matter where they are
I want to go back
to put someone's soul in a vice
and end their hope
without thinking twice

It's Like...

Stripping down
standing body to body
exploring every part
that we desperately tried to cover
Then throwing our clothes out
or carelessly tossing them into
a twenty five cent
public washer

Your Past

Your past
is a mask
you wear to hide
the lost hope
you once felt
for your present life
Removing it briefly
even for one moment
will cause your soul
to eternally lament

Catch 22 of the Rose

Reality has taken hold of me
My rose just hardened with this frozen tear
Upon my heart which died sometime last year
When you resolved to sit back, wait and see
The softness I once knew has turned to thorns
And sadly, I still crave a touch from them
Beauty has faded, wrinkled and looks worn
I settle for just part of the rose -- the stem
My fingers bleed and hurt from holding on
At times too tightly, other times to loose
The sunlight is this room seems harsh, too strong
For a seed trying to be a recluse
Should I let the flower shrivel and die?
Or drown the bud with more tears from my eyes?

Voices

I had the conversation once or twice
And every word I spoke made so much sense
He's fucked me over now he pays the price
I'll reclaim every moment, each expense
That I've paid for remaining in this life
Losing all I am and wanted to be
I don't care that I am his fucking wife
The bastard's gonna pay you wait and see
I'll lure him with a flutter of my eyes
And lead him to the kitchen to his meal
Where I have fed his greed 'till I despise
Small talk he makes and smells of rotten veal
I'll wash dishes, tell him to go lay down
Then leave the room without making a sound

When he's in bed I will pretend to sleep
With one eye peeled for signs of him dreaming
No I love you between the worn out sheets
I've spent my nights here just waiting, scheming
At first I thought a gun would be just fine
Then realized the shot would make noises
A rope across the neck takes too much time
So many ways -- there are too many choices
At last I settle on using a knife
I know there will be blood -but blood is good
I'll take him from behind after we fight
And hide him in the snow beneath the wood
The cold will freeze his body for awhile
I'd better chop him up --that's more my style

You know you will not kill him, you're too weak
Just shut up! All of you! I'll do it now!
You failed at everything, you are too weak
Just shut up! I will prove to you somehow!
You should not have been born just as you say!
But this is your demon not his, or theirs.
Just shut up! I will make the bastard pay
Just shut up all of you I am prepared!
Then do it --right now do it -- stab his heart!
No! Rip it out right of his fucking chest!
Tear it in half, dagger it in two parts?
Yes, go! This time we will expect no less
Whatever - just lean over raise the blade
Oh God!  I've made a terrible mistake!

There's too much blood to see --what do I do?
I think he's dying but he's still awake!
You idiot!  You didn't cut straight through.
You're right you've made a terrible mistake!
He's not murdered he's writhing there in pain.
I'm watching him and I don't feel a thing
Can you not see he's dying -- feel some shame!
For doing such an evil, greedy deed?
Fuck off I've got a gun and will use that!
Where were those bullets --God he's getting loud.
Oh yes, in the desk drawer under his hat
I've loaded it and feel a little proud.
Just like I planned until the knife broke off
I shoot the gun, inhale the smoke, and cough

The blood is drying up too fast to clean
I know there's gasoline out in the shed
I'll dump it on the floor and light the scene
With weapons and his body on the bed
I'm glad it is still winter and the snow
Will cover up the arson for awhile
I'm not sure where to hide or where to go
I refuse to face arrest or stand trial
This fucking blood is everywhere on me!
Well clean it up! You look like shit you know
That oozing blood is making me woozy
I'll start a roaring fire so I can show
All of you I killed the bastard for good
Like I always told all of you I would.

 *for r and m

A Wish For Innocence

If life were as innocent
as the light hearted prints
of baseballs and bears
on my baby boy's shirt
Then I would never know
the real definition
of being betrayed
and feeling so hurt

Alone Under The Stars

I sat in the middle of the concrete
Looking up at the stars and their dances
Pondering how life seems so incomplete
And deceitful with so many chances
A game full of missed opportunities
Trailing behind us in shameful regret
Too much concentrated reality
Keeps players moving, but the ending set
Nothing makes sense anymore to my heart
No answers arrive in small increments
Time, life and miles were expelled from the start
Benched with my resentful, painful laments
Distant stars can return to their lovers;
One single soul cannot find another

Iridescent Light

Iridescent silver sunrise
bring pink emotions
I've tried to hide
Coordinated with the color
and toxicity of my pride
fusing tightly together
what we know isn't
but could be right
as I sigh slowly, deeply
and humbly face the light

I'm Sorry?

Was that really true?
Because I know you will be fine
With your peace, beauty and family
I won't have to waste your time
justifying my love for you
explaining what it means
My God our conversations!
Complete faith in things unseen?
And you don't understand my ability
to love you outside of myself?
I don't understand your constant choice
to shove me on some hidden shelf
along with the memories and dreams
you are too scared to confront
Change is a choice you know
And how can you not choose your son?
Or the woman who gave him life
cradling him in her womb?
Vomiting up hopes and fears
on the cold floor of the bathroom
I used to believe in somehow, someway
before I had to face your silence
Patiently swallowing your pride each day
has turned my resentment to violence
I almost gave in to the distant star
But it only reminded me again
we haven't come very far
After all of this time
We are still where we are
You will feel no epiphany
that I've prayed for each night
I bite my lip, close up my heart
and turn off the light

Between Lines

I'm going tomorrow
taking that step
to share it all
open my heart again
and let myself fall into our past
I don't want to
because it didn't last
and you said it would
But people say things all of the time
And at half past nine,
I became the Last Resort
You have no one else to talk to?
You had me forever
but you cut corners
and pared it down to never
Or when no one else would listen
Or when you could spare the time
Or when you were lonely --for someone else
Or when you needed praise for your rhymes
I'm sucking on a venom flavored lollipop
enjoying it more than your concoction
of  sweaty skin to skin potions
that rendered me senseless
powerless to your smell
And you could tell
I was completely gone
from moment one
You had me bent
in a purgatory scented hell
I will have to remember
And reliving it
will only bring me more pain
and stain my mind
with the horrible truth
we were nothing but an impasse
because you would not move.
Tell yourself you gave all you could
Before we were ripped apart
But there is a difference
between trying in your mind
and trying more in your heart

Frantic

Redundant raindrops
Worried bluebird seeks shelter
Freezing in spring's hope

Pale

I am the thick outline of powder
around a crack addict's lips
The filthy film of failure
of my desire for a fix
To this destructive place
where our love remains
You're the dealer with the power
to narcotize all my pain
One empty needle at a time
morbid motives to fuck with my life
You watch me shake as I crawl
with no intervention in sight
I need the softest blanket
a shower to cleanse the dirt
You hand me maggot filled rags
and a urine stained stranger's shirt
I'll hide under boxes and memories
that should have been burned long ago
And watch my soul grow older
preparing for death's final blow
Give me one more nightmare
to lure the demons from my fears
to supply the cyanide cups
for my under detoxified tears

Before We Say Goodnight

It's not that I don't care
just the opposite of that
But a storm is brewing quickly
at the bottom of my glass
This liquid instigator
has ripened every fear
Did you hear my voice -- break?
I fought back every tear
You rolled your eyes again
but I really had to ask
I just don't understand
and it always takes us back
It's not for me to say
I cannot quantify
the measure of your will
you tell me that you try
But something feels uncertain
and passive in the night
You don't miss the absent I love you
before we say goodbye
Something feels uneasy
as I fall out of your sight
You don't hear the fucking silence
before we say goodnight

Impressions

I love that you
don't understand
what it feels like
to watch her hands
slow agony in my mind
the way she plans
each move for you
while you just stand
too still to hold
me in your grasp
a weakend spine
in a makeshift cast
to give the impression
that we will last
while she remains forever
your future, present and past

Care--less

Sometimes I'm careless
I cut myself
and I bleed
Now I need to care less
when you cut me
and not wear my heart
with the blood you squeeze from it
upon my sleeve

Technology

I see it through your eyes
I won't use it anymore
When I try, I just can't reach you
Behind that invisible door
And you can't feel the weight
of my sighs falling to the floor
I understand you now
I won't use it anymore

Spaghetti

It was the equivalent of me
walking into your office
tossing plates of spaghetti
all around the room
And there isn't any time
to clean it up --
I don't have the right broom
And you have to start
your next long meeting
But do you understand
it's like not being able
to throw up the worms
that I've had to digest
thinking, pretending
it was just moving pasta
in a gangrene stomach
below a forgotten heart
that's continuously bleeding?

Misguided

The road to one's heart is guided by trust
Though some paths seem difficult to follow
Storms testing our strength with winds far too rough
Bring us faith in a better tomorrow
I've stood under the rain, beneath black clouds
Gasping, helpless as love drowns before me
I'm trying in vain to turn us around
With misguided notions as my proxy
One foot in water I'm treading on land!
Sinking in sands from the castles I built
Along the shores of higher reprimand
Penance and self induced subconscious guilt
Too aware when the storm's wraths all subside
You'll drift away on your buoy of pride

Comfort

Not very often
but once in awhile
I wonder what they would think
if they knew
And then I'm with you
I can say anything
I can be myself
We laugh and live --
We really live
So I think, who cares?
We are sharing the love
that others only dream about
We are daring to know
while others still exist in doubt
And that feeling
that chrysalis of comfort
has changed me forever
And you are someone
I can't live without

Catching Myself

Please turn your shirt around
the tag goes in the back
How old are you again?
Do I have to repeat that?
Why am I fighting
to keep you focused and calm --
You make me feel
like I've done it all wrong
And just when I hear
the futile edge to my tone
I forget to remember to forget
that I'm facing all of this alone

Unanimous

Maybe the something more
is a hope I've created in my mind
our solid love from the past
no longer exists in our time
And the warmth of cradling life
within my trusting womb
has faded into cliched phrases:
I'll see you soon
I want to feel secure in your arms
just like I did many times before
I miss knowing you miss me
embracing when you walk through the door
Today I am worn with confusion
we will never get back to us
Emotions tire you, anger you
you turn away again
and the vote against me is unanimous

Things I Will See Soon

A break in the clouds
of this overcast day
My little boys' smiles
as they run and play
Tiny hummingbirds fluttering
around their new feed
My garden of flowers
with one stubborn weed
This church with its people
lifting their sweet voices
A buffet with four children
too many choices
White dishes sparkling
because they are clean
Four baskets of laundry
I'm dreading to meet
A warm, simmering pot
full of potatoes and stew
Twenty four baked cookies
eaten down to just a few
A busy weekly planner
filling up with more commitments
School night bedtime curfews
met with too much resistance
A thousand lego blocks
scattered around the floor
Second place racing ribbons
proudly framing the door
Shoes and clothes laid out
next to backpacks and folders
Hugs that linger longer
I realize they are growing older
Conversations about dreams
and wizards fighting dragons
What we would do with a wand
if any of us had one
Young imaginations wander
while reading stories into the night
Kissing soft, breathing lips
as I turn off all the lights
Mother's milk of comfort
despite trying to wean
Gives peace and tranquility
to this otherwise lonely scene
A quiet, dark house
with emotions worn and fraying
Little dreamers drifting off
While I kneel down praying
But the one thing I need most
from every point of view
Is the one thing I won't see soon --
you

Thoughts of You

The softness of your hand

tenderly wrapped around mine

The warmth of your whisper

just outside of my ear

The taste of your lips

when we first kiss

The heat of your skin

pressed firmly against mine

The sighs we create

when falling deeper into each other

The love we make

over and over

The places we dream

when sleeping side by side...

I miss you.

One Small Bite

One bite for me
tastes bitter sweet
One for you becomes a
foul scented defeat
My tears brimming over
into your winning smile
My guilt underneath
your overwhelming fears
I almost cried again
until you touched my heart
with those eyebrows arched
in excited proclamation
whispering proudly
I tried it!

Girl Talk

You don't understand the madness
or the fear inspiring futlility
Justification is like pornographic religion
a certain impossibility to merge
between the beautiful and forbidden
Lies and sighs make you decide
to hold onto the love you are given
If you could have heard my smile
If you could have seen the awe,
the surprised looks on their faces
They won't admit for awhile --or at all
how I've fallen from their graces
but somehow deeper into their trust tonight
You would know how much I love you
How very much to me --
You are worth this fight