In the quiet moments I can feel your presence,
It brings a sense of being not at all unpleasant,
My scars shimmer in your eyes like morning dew,
My mind is torn, “what will I do?”
Do I stand strong and face what is?
Or do I run, hoping that the arrow will miss?
Love is a many splendored thing ‘tis true,
But how do you know that the love is true?
Do I chance my heart to be broken once more?
Or do I show this emotion the door?
Time reveals all both the good and the bad,
Does my heart have the strength to accept the decision?
Or do I withdraw to be alone for a season?
An unbroken heart is a sight to behold,
Yet being risk adverse leaves one alone,
A companion true is what the doctor has ordered,
It is on me to chance the risk and open the door.