When we are near, I am at ease

When we are near, I am at ease Your gentle gaze, your threadbare knees, If any action I can do Remotely ever pleases you Then that is what I strive to do Past questions, tears, or teases But only what you deem as right And patiently, I dream tonight As Search and Wait have been my course, I’ll bide my time without remorse My Muse, my inspiration’s source My Sunshine, Moonlight, bittersweet The feelings clash each time we meet My joy, my pain, my love, my bane A sweet contused confusion, jumbled Dreams are tossed with warnings: Every hope that is adorning you Within me ‘s quite a few I only wish to bring you sweetness And, I hope, a love’s completeness But I admit, I am afraid Of more than just the structure made I worry we might break apart I worry I might break your heart And I just couldn’t take it That thought scares me when I wake it But there are certain risks in living And within love’s take, and giving So, insomuch as I have breath, I swear you this, on fear of death: I will never try to hurt you I won’t give up or desert you If only as a friend, I’ll love you All my blessings are above you And if you love me, even but slightly, I’ll return it, fond and brightly. Mark Burton Wednesday, March 29th, 2006, 12:08 A.M.