I held you like:
a new born child,
Wondering how I could keep
the fires of life in the light of your eyes.
For even if I had to hold
you as my wife,
Life does change drastically a single
heart into marriage' life.
After the church bells,
the clapping applauds,
as tears see you walk down that isle,
I see the pretty flower. Praying
I know how well to take care of a rose.
Yes love does grow,
But only of what you make
it grow into.
Everything grows, the hate, love,
guilt, and fears.
And in the coming years,
you'll start to see what you grew.
Yes love is time,
But how much of it are
you spending it on a pretty lie?
When she asks you, "what's wrong,"
and your pride won't let you cry.
When you shy away the obvious mistakes,
and she still sees you for you,
But you still want to hide.
Yes love is commitment,
But you could commit to something
you didn't sign up for.
Argue with each other on the
first night. *** becomes a rival,
because you try to sound right; quoting
scriptures from the Bible.
Yes love is truth,
But not all we admit,
eases all that hurt.
I thought as much, I would be
safe if I admitted it first.
Asking me if that wedding dress
still fits, and my response made
you question your worth.
Love is just that.
Something we don't fully understand.
We could hold onto past grudges;
more than we hold hands.
But I would love you past that,
for if we never move past the
heaviest of all tears,
We'd never make it to dryer land.
So if you're scared to love,
darling I can only understand.
But we could both brave this
love together. Just firstly take this hand.
We'll hold on together.
