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Can your kiss carry heather honey
Deep inside my soul?
Can your spring-fresh glance grow
Petal-laced stars?
Can your arms melt the galaxies
And pour a rushing torrent
That can scour away the ragged pain
And smooth a troubled brow?
Can your smile warm the winter
And add apple wood to scent
Frosty air where the snow bites,
And glow in pulsing embers?
Can your hands hold the remnants
Of a ripped and fraying heart?
Can they mend the threadbare edges
And then overlock the weft?
Can your eyes see the torment
That I try to hide from you?
Can they stare into the darkened room
That locks away my fear?
Can your fingers untie knots that are
Wrapped around my arms?
Can your shoulders bear the weight
Of the burdens that I carry?
Can your heart withstand the strife that
My life will add to yours?
Can you balance on the edges
Of the knives I tread upon?
Can you swerve away from memories
That taint the night with dread?
Can you force the lock that rusts and holds
And help me clean the cellar?
Can you lose the light for days or months
Until the dawning breaks?
Can you do these things
For love of me,
Or turn a kindly eye?
Can you change me now
Or wish me pure
Where history has harmed?
For all you are, and all you have,
Is how I find you now,
And I love you in this moment,
And I hope that in this moment,
You could simply love me,
Purely,
Simply love me as I am.
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
Can your kiss carry heather honey
Deep inside my soul?
Can your spring-fresh glance grow
Petal-laced stars?
Can your arms melt the galaxies
And pour a rushing torrent
That can scour away the ragged pain
And smooth a troubled brow?
Can your smile warm the winter
And add apple wood to scent
Frosty air where the snow bites,
And glow in pulsing embers?
Can your hands hold the remnants
Of a ripped and fraying heart?
Can they mend the threadbare edges
And then overlock the weft?
Can your eyes see the torment
That I try to hide from you?
Can they stare into the darkened room
That locks away my fear?
Can your fingers untie knots that are
Wrapped around my arms?
Can your shoulders bear the weight
Of the burdens that I carry?
Can your heart withstand the strife that
My life will add to yours?
Can you balance on the edges
Of the knives I tread upon?
Can you swerve away from memories
That taint the night with dread?
Can you force the lock that rusts and holds
And help me clean the cellar?
Can you lose the light for days or months
Until the dawning breaks?
Can you do these things
For love of me,
Or turn a kindly eye?
Can you change me now
Or wish me pure
Where history has harmed?
For all you are, and all you have,
Is how I find you now,
And I love you in this moment,
And I hope that in this moment,
You could simply love me,
Purely,
Simply love me as I am.
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
