A Confession to you.
A Confession to you,
I thought you had always known
But with my squabbling tongue
And my ever wandering self
I have not been a whole person
to be able to give of myself.
To me a gaze has meant a thousand things
The comfort I feel and the moments of grace.
My own life, full of baggage and strife
I felt as though you would not even think twice.
But I can rest easy when I take my slumber.
Without fear of acknowledgment I tell you
I have felt more love with one simple glance
than in a thousand sonnets from other men.
For the connection I seek is no where with them.
And when the time has come,
When I am whole
I would hope to find someone like you,
to reach me through my inner soul.
I thought you had always known
But with my squabbling tongue
And my ever wandering self
I have not been a whole person
to be able to give of myself.
To me a gaze has meant a thousand things
The comfort I feel and the moments of grace.
My own life, full of baggage and strife
I felt as though you would not even think twice.
But I can rest easy when I take my slumber.
Without fear of acknowledgment I tell you
I have felt more love with one simple glance
than in a thousand sonnets from other men.
For the connection I seek is no where with them.
And when the time has come,
When I am whole
I would hope to find someone like you,
to reach me through my inner soul.