To Lance, From Gwyn | ||
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How much I want to take the chance,
To Love you until I can Love no more,
To take you in my arms, opening a door,
Of Love and happiness, beautiful thought,
But my God the fear of getting caught!
My heart tells me, "Do not be afraid,
This man is yours until the grave,
And then in Heaven, your Love will be strong,
God and His angels shall guide you along."
But Lance, oh my dear, what shall I do?
In God's eyes, I am not married to you!
Are my dreams, my thoughts, all a waste?
Something to make me wrinkle my face?
Is it but a hopeless wish on a star?
Just a hope on something way to far
In the sky to ever touch down on us,
Making it possible to show our love?
You are so lovely in my eyes so plain.
How is it that I ever learned your name?
Is this but a punishment for me to bear?
A thought just to make grey my hair?
But that thought how beautiful it is,
So painful my life belonging with his.
The Love in my heart, you may not know,
The pain of the knowledge I cannot show!
Whatever shall I do with this heart?
One that is lost and torn apart?
Please let me Love you again and again,
You belong with my soul. Forever, Gwyn.
ŠAugust 10,1999