Will love create mists in the evening,
heated fires in the night,
and the morning breeze
as it cools my soul?
The scent of warm salt sea air as it
tastes of the tears on my tongue.
The ones I have cried in the past?
I say I am in love as a tear rolls down my cheek.
What if
it does not bring me solace?
What if only emptiness and longing?
My heart says I love you.
Should I listen to this heart
filled with the pain of needing you?
Shall I refuse to believe
this heart
so loud... so filled with the noise of
wanting, waiting, desire for you?
Will
this love drift away as moonbeams
floating on the air, silently;
more quietly than the thunder
in my soul?
Does it leave me silently to a place,
that someday it will come for me again?
Shall I say the words "I love you"?
Dare I to say those words
to make the tears go away, forever?
Will those words heal this pain?
Or, will the words leave me
hollow, confused, and alone...?
Dare I tell you I love you?
Tiger
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