Out my window there is nothing but wild.
The river rushes white the trees sway in the wind.
I hear the rain on the roof, as I curl up in the corner pen in hand.
My desire is to write you a love letter, but the words won’t come.
They all seem small and impotent.
They don’t convey what’s in my heart,
what I know is true, I love you.
I fear I’ll fail you, disappoint you, or worse yet lose you.
These are things I never want to happen.
But I also know it’s inevitable.
Just as the sun will rise, I will fail.
But with as much grace as I can mustard,
I will pick myself up dust myself off and try again.
Mama didn’t raise no quitter.