Oct 31, 2005 14:20
Why?
Tell me this; why? Why do you torture me so?
For you have been given power, power immeasurable.
The power of life, and of death.
A deadly beauty with tremendous authority.
With your words and touch you are able to move me,
to bring joy beyond all joy, and pain beyond all pain.
Your eyes pierce my own, straight to my soul;
I am rendered helpless, unable to move or speak.
Your tears drop straight to my heart, to my very core.
Your laugh brings joy, not found anywhere else.
Your words, enough to stop my heart, or keep it forever.
Why do I torture myself in this way?
Why have I given you this power over me?
I have been left shattered and broken.
Torn to pieces by your eyes,
your tears,
your words,
your touch,
your kiss.
I have taken back that power, kept it to myself.
Time has healed my pain, and has brought forgiveness.
Yet part of me seeks to give you this power once more.
Why? Should I not keep it for my own?
Should I not save myself from your beautiful and deadly smile?
Whence we meet once more, I pray thee, be honest, do not deceive.
Love truth, for in truth you shall find love.
Do not hide in the shadow of lies.
Do not fear love, embrace it.
What lies ahead is uncertain,
but truth shall light our way.