When I Confess
If I whispered your gaze holds the glow of the stars,
if I claimed that your laugh brings the morning its light,
if I vowed that your voice heals invisible scars,
and your touch is the fire that softens the night,
if I said with your hands you could steady the seas,
if I swore that your spirit could make rivers rise,
that one breath from your lips bends the tallest of trees,
and that when you feel sorrow, I weep with the skies;
if I open my soul, can a spark still remain
when I tell you the cosmos is etched in your face?
If I fall into you, will you soften the pain
when I say even angels stand still at your grace?
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Would you tell me our love cannot weather the storm?
Could you turn from my eyes, and deny what was warm?
