I was so comfortable alone
and then came you
and now I cannot bare the silence between sleep and dreams
and it hurts more to imagine losing you that I have never held
than any one that has ever shared my bed
and it is not the want of lust
that pulls at me
or the need to have your love
all I find in these desperate moments
is the desire to give you
comforts to your aches
and reasons for your lips to smile
and hope to your heart
that it will love again
and I wish it could be me
to have that love
but I do not expect it to be
and even when I am not
I will still be yours